The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

The next day, the bell rang to find out why Gojo Satoru had been looking at his phone last night.

With a new spell spirit, he was going on a business trip.

Before dawn, Ling Yao sensed Gojo Satoru getting up, thinking in a daze that it was time for him to go to school, and he couldn't even open his eyes, so he also sat up reluctantly, ready to wash up.

Gojo Satoru pushed her back, "It's not time yet, you continue to sleep."

He covered her with the quilt and continued: "I'm going on a business trip for half a month. During this time, my aunt will come to cook and clean for you. Remember to bring your own keys when you go to school."

She was not quite sober in her sleep, and couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream, so she agreed indiscriminately.

After Wujo Satoru finished speaking, he packed his things and left.

When Ling Yao was woken up by the alarm clock, she subconsciously stretched her hand to the side, feeling empty, and she woke up from sleepiness, suddenly remembered what Gojo Satoru had said to her, and realized that it was not a dream.

She sent Wutiao Wu a message to confirm again, "Are you going on a business trip for half a month?"

Gojo Satoru had just set off and was still busy, so he came back quickly, "Just woke up? Breakfast is in the kitchen."

"I just thought I was dreaming."

"Not a dream."

Ling Yao looked at the indifferent words on the screen, feeling tight in her chest.

She felt that Gojo Satoru was still angry, but he clearly said that she didn't need to explain, and he also knew that she and her classmates were on the way, so why was he still angry?

Very depressed.

When washing up, Ling Yao was still in her pajamas, and she saw a mark on her chest in the mirror.

Even more depressed.

Obviously everything is the same as before, and I still remember to make breakfast for her before going out, but I can feel that he is unhappy.

He seemed to be very busy on this business trip, and he replied to her every time he texted, but the intervals were very long, and he got angry once before the business trip, so the half-month business trip seemed particularly torturous and long.

Gojo Satoru was not at home, and it was no fun for her to go home early.

So during club activities after school, she still went to the basketball club as before.

After entering high school, several people in the Generation of Miracles are no longer in the same high school.

Ling Yao chose Tonghuang Academy in Tokyo, and she can continue to go to school with Momoi Wuyue. Similarly, Momoi Wuyue's childhood sweetheart Aomine Daiki is also in Tonghuang.

However, compared to his middle school days, Aomine Daiki seldom came to the basketball club for training.

Just like now.

"Ada—why are you looking at such lewd things again!"

When Momoi Wuyue found Aomine Daiki in the lounge.

On his head was a photobook of a beautiful older sister in a bathing suit.

And Aomine Daihui said as a matter of course: "Mayue, you are really noisy, what's wrong with me reading the magazine?"

"I don't care what magazines you read, but don't skip training for me! The competition is coming soon!"

Aomine Daiki continued to read the magazine: "I will win anyway, why do I have to train?"

"You are not allowed to read magazines unless you practice!" Momoi Wuyue snatched the magazine from Aomine Daiki's hand.

Qingfeng Dahui spread his hands indifferently, and took out another book from the cabinet, "If you don't go, you don't go, don't be so long-winded."

So in the end, persuasion failed.

Aomine Daiki still didn't go to training this time.

After the club activities ended, Momoi Wuyue still sighed and said about this matter: "After the third year of the country, everyone became like this, so did Ada, Akashi-kun, and Murasakihara, everyone became like this."

She looked up at the sky, still holding the magazine she snatched in her hand, "I don't know when we can get everyone back to how they were before."

Ling Yao asked: "Is Wu Yue troubled by this recently?"

Momoi Wuzuki was stunned for a moment, "Eh? Is my trouble obvious?"

She shook her head, "It's not obvious, but you're my best friend, so I can feel it."

"Don't worry, although I am indeed troubled, but I still believe that one day will appear, and everyone will definitely find their former love! What about Lingying—" Momoi Wuyue smiled at her, "Ling Yao has recently What are you bothered about?"

"..."

Speaking of this, I feel very depressed.

She squeezed the strap of her schoolbag, and said in a muffled voice: "Student Fujii and I went to the dessert shop together on the way, and Wu saw him. He was unhappy because of this. He also knew that he was just on the way and there was no misunderstanding, but he was still unhappy. I don't know why, so it's kind of a no-brainer."

Momoi Wuyue poked her on the forehead, and amidst Ling Yao's astonishment, she couldn't help laughing: "What's wrong with you, it's so obvious, of course your husband is jealous."

Ling Yao also knew it was because of jealousy, "But he knew it was on the way... It's not like he was going on a date with Fujii-san on purpose."

"Jealousness is something that cannot be avoided emotionally, even if it is reasonable rationally. Ordinary jealousy may make sense, but obviously, your husband likes you very much, so even a little bit of jealousy will make him very concerned .”

Momoi Wuyue spoke clearly and logically, and Ling Yao thought it made sense, "Then what should I do?"

"Just make him happy. Let me think about it for you—" Momoi Wuyue helped her think of an idea. When she lowered her head, she suddenly saw the confiscated magazine in her hand. The sexy swimsuit on the cover was particularly conspicuous.

Momoi Wuyue's eyes lit up, "I have a solution! This solution will definitely work! Let's go, let's go to the shopping mall."

When Ling Yao heard that she had a solution, she couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly asked, "What are you going to do?"

Momoi Wuyue chuckled, "You'll know when we get there."

So Momoi Wuyue took Bell to an underwear store.

This is not the first time Momoi Wuyue has brought Ling Yao to buy underwear. There are not many female elders around Ling Yao, and most of the time she makes an appointment with Momoi Wuyue to buy underwear together.

It's just that this time, Momoi Wuyue brought her to a different family than the one they usually go to.

And this lingerie store...

Ling Yao stared blankly.

Momoi Wuyue was more enthusiastic than her, and picked up a white lace underwear that was so transparent that it was almost a second skin, "How about it, your husband should like this kind of pure and pure temperament, right? And this kind of pure temperament is also very It's suitable for ringing a bell."

"..."

"Or this one? This is a bit like a hot girl, especially this black net stockings. I think it is quite different from your usual appearance. Maybe your husband will find it very fresh."

"..."

"This one has cat ears!"

"...Five, May." The bell reconfirmed with a trembling voice, "Is this the way you said?"

Momoi Wuyue patted her chest, "Don't worry, this method is [-]% effective. If it doesn't work, it just means that he is not manly enough."

"..."

In fact, Ling Yao couldn't tell the taste of Gojo Satoru, after all, it was the first time she bought this kind of thing.And Gojo Satoru had already deleted the portrait photos stored in his mobile phone before, and she didn't have much memory of them after too long.

In the end, I bought a set of white lace with thin straps. The fabric is so small that there is only a piece of lace flower at the front, which will be exposed when you move it a little.

She couldn't imagine that picture.

But inexplicably have a little expectation.

Gojo Satoru was still very busy with work, and he didn't reply to the message he sent in the morning until evening.

Ling Yao couldn't help asking: "What are you doing now?"

Gojo Satoru returned very quickly, and directly took a photo.

In the photo is the location of his mission, in the mansion of a big family. It was already night, but there were still many people around him, and the one closest to him was a girl in a kimono.

The light at night was blurry, and her facial features could not be seen clearly, but she could vaguely see that she had a good appearance and outstanding temperament. In a crowd, she stood beside Gojo Satoru with him. Dazzling.

Ling Yao rarely asked him about missions, but this time she couldn't help asking: "Who is this person?"

She marked the kimono girl.

Wujo Satoru said: "The object to be protected in this mission."

Ling Yao stared at the line sent by Wutiaowu, and after a long time, she turned the phone over and put it on the table, and continued to do her homework.

However, within 5 minutes, her hand involuntarily reached for the phone again.

She didn't reply, so Gojo Satoru didn't send any new messages, and the chat still stayed on the phrase "protected object".

She looked at that photo again.

Finally, I pressed the power off button hard.

In the next few days, Ling Yao's mood was like the gloomy weather, it was rainy when he went out, and the road was always muddy.

She put the new underwear, which had been dried, into the cabinet.

When I opened the closet, I saw Wujo Wu's clothes hanging inside, but the house was so deserted that there was no atmosphere of Wujo Wu.

She turned her head and saw the rain pattering outside the balcony, together with the gloomy clouds, she smelled the dampness of the soil, and her emotions that she couldn't get clear no matter what.

After that day, Ling Yao didn't send Wutiaowu any more messages.

She set her inbox to no reminder messages, and tried her best to get used to the absence of Wujo Wu in the past few days. The longing growing in her heart was mixed with sourness, and it was buried in a thick mound layer by layer in her heart, becoming more and more serious. It was suffocating.

On the day it finally broke out, it was a torrential rain.

The weather had been gloomy for many days in a row, and when school was over in the afternoon, the sky became torrential, and the rain poured heavily, hitting the ground hard.

It started to rain during the last class.

Everyone in the teaching building was frightened by the rain. The windows were banging and thundering, and accompanied by the strong wind, the sound of the glass windows vibrating seemed to be smashed at any time.

Everyone seemed to be aroused by the torrential rain. The students, who usually don't follow the discipline very much, whistled excitedly. Only then did the director push back the troublesome students.

The class can't go on.

Most people's minds are already on the torrential rain, and they start to worry about how to get home.

After class, everyone stayed in the classroom and called people at home one after another.

Some people had cars at home, and everyone discussed going back with classmates who were on the way. After contacting the car at home in twos and threes, they left one after another.

Momoi Wuyue is still going to the basketball club, she suggests that Ling Yao go with her and go home when the rain is less severe.

She shook her head, "I'll do my homework in the classroom first."

"That's fine, anyway, I'm going home to do my homework." The basketball club game is coming soon, and Momoi Wuyue is also busy, so she didn't say anything more, and waved to her, "Then if you want to come to me, you can come anytime Basketball club, I'm leaving first."

The people in the classroom left one after another, only the bell was left.

The wall clock on the wall made the sound of passing the hour hand, and the thunderstorm outside the window continued to roar, but the time in the classroom seemed to stop, only her mood was as dull as the rainstorm, and there were lines of words mechanically written on the homework book .

After finishing the last homework, she simply left the homework in the classroom instead of taking it home.

The rain still didn't slow down, and the sky turned dark because of the heavy rain, and it was cloudy, swaying manically in the street lamps that were turned on earlier.

Ling Yao brought an umbrella, but in such a stormy rainstorm, the fragile umbrella ribs were obviously not enough.

As soon as she opened the umbrella, the surface of the umbrella was blown up by the wind.

She tried to fold the umbrella back.

Blown by the wind again.

In the end, the ribs of the umbrella were repeatedly folded and broken in the strong wind, and one bone was fragile. It could be used when the rain was light, but in such a heavy rain, the umbrella with one bone was broken. Obviously no longer available.

She looked up at the blackness of the sky, and the pouring rain made deep and shallow puddles on the road.

Anyway, I didn't put my homework in my schoolbag, so I don't have to worry about getting wet.

Ling Yao took a deep breath, held the broken umbrella to cover her head slightly, and ran towards the rainstorm, intending to run to the station in one go.

The rain was too heavy, and I was completely soaked as soon as I came out of the teaching building.

It had been raining for several days, and the temperature was extremely low. She shivered from the cold.

The rain was blown down slantly by the wind, and she ran all the way forward, her eyes were blurred by the slanting rain, she almost squinted to look at the road, and ran in the direction of the station according to the direction she remembered.

Then, when he stepped on the empty steps and almost fell down by the slippery rain.

The arm was grabbed by someone.

She crashed into a warm embrace, and the rain on her head stopped at this time.

There was a distraught voice from the other party above his head, "Ling Yao, why didn't you answer my call! Do you want me to find you like this?"

The rainwater flowed down her hair in wet streams, blurring her vision. She rubbed her eyes and finally saw the umbrella above her head clearly.

And the pair of icy blue eyes under the umbrella, the pretty brows are narrowed into sharp blades.

His breath was clean, like a warm lake, the mist gradually dissipated under his gaze, but he seemed to be extremely angry at this moment, amidst the sound of the rain, his eyes looking at her were like sharp knives.

"Wu...how did you come back?" Her voice was a little weak, trembling slightly because of the cold.

"Why am I here? You wouldn't ask that when you glanced at your phone." His tone was very bad, and anyone who heard it knew that he was really angry now.

He thrust the umbrella into her hand.

He took off his coat and roughly covered her. He took back the umbrella and walked back with her in his arms.

When he got home, he threw her directly into the bathroom.

From the beginning to the end, his brows and eyes were stern, and he didn't say a word to her.

After the hot water was put away, she was cleaned in an extremely rude manner, as if rubbing a stray cat that had just been picked up.

But he finally couldn't hold back, and asked in a cold voice, "Why haven't you replied to my messages these days?"

Ling Yao sat quietly in the bathtub, "...I didn't read it."

"Give me an explanation."

"...I just don't want to watch it." She said in a muffled voice, "You come back very slowly. I can't help but look at my phone over and over again. I can't concentrate on other things, so I just don't watch it."

"You also know that this task is very busy. When it's not busy, don't you always get back to you soon?" His tone softened a little.

The more Ling Yao talked, the more aggrieved she became, "Are you so busy protecting her? Do you want to be with her all the time?"

"The bell rings." He knocked on the bathtub, and his knuckles made a crisp sound, "Be clear, it doesn't mean staying with her all the time, it means..."

"I know." Ling Yao said hastily, "I know it's just a task, and I didn't mean to blame you, but... I can't restrain that feeling, even though I know it's a job, it makes sense intellectually, but It's just sad, especially when you're not by my side, you can't stay with me all the time."

He didn't speak anymore, he washed her hair, and when his finger was inserted through it, the hair was torn, and the bell suddenly felt very painful, "Be gentle, it hurts."

He glanced at her and said angrily, "You know it hurts too?—Then feel my heartbeat yourself."

He grabbed her hand and pressed it on his left chest, "Do you think I hurt?"

"...Why do you have a heartache?"

"It's not just my heart hurting, I'm so angry that my brain hurts." As he spoke, he slapped her hard on the head in frustration.

"..."

It seemed that knocking made him a little angry, and his tone finally softened a little, and he said to her slowly: "Then can you understand my mood? I also know that you and your classmate are on the way, not an appointment Yes, but can you understand the uncontrollable feeling now?"

"……Um."

"Also, after I trouble you, no matter how unhappy you are, don't lose your temper with me when you encounter difficulties. How many times did I call you this afternoon? You can go and see for yourself later." The more he said, the more angry he became. Wujo Gou knocked her hard, and seeing her frowning in pain as he wished, he said, "You dare to get wet in such a heavy rain, you just rely on me not to really do anything to you, right?"

Ling Yao's head hurts from being hit by him, but she can only listen quietly to his scolding, because she seems to be right... She has a little bit of anger.

"I'm sorry, I won't be like this in the future."

"No way?"

"...It won't worry you anymore."

He sneered, and started to get angry: "Who would worry about a stupid kid."

Ling Yao tried to emphasize again, "I'm not a stupid kid."

"I said yes, if you are so stupid, whoever wants it will go."

Ling shook and got up from the bathtub, kissed him on the lips, and sat back again: "You want it."

Gojo Satoru looked at her for a while, unmoved, "You're really thick-skinned."

"..."

Ling Yao leaned over again, holding his face with both hands, tried to lick his lips with the tip of her tongue, and kissed him deeply.

The center of gravity was already unstable in this posture, and she couldn't bear it after a while and was about to fall. Gojo Satoru supported her waist, and at the same time kissed her back even more heavily.

But the kiss didn't last long, Gojo Satoru let go of her, "You want to do it in the bathroom?"

"..."

"Be honest if you don't want to." Immediately, the corners of his lips curled up, and the hand holding her waist gently stroked, "I don't have any objections."

Ling Yao obediently sat back in the bathtub, Wutiao Wu saw that she was being honest, and began to wipe her water with a bath towel.

Seeing that the drenched Ling Yao returned to normal, he relaxed a little, and held her down to dry her hair.

When the hair dryer was turned off, he said again, "Ling Yao, call me when it's raining like this in the future, you understand? It's not just rainy days, you should call me when you encounter other troubles."

"Aren't you on a business trip... I didn't know you were back."

"Even if I'm not here, I'll be back."

After a while, Ling Yao whispered, "But this is too much trouble for you...I don't want to be your trouble."

When she is upset, she is always used to lowering her head.

Gojo Satoru wrapped her in the towel and said, "Ling Yao, what do you think getting married means?"

Ling Yao was taken aback, "Together?"

He smiled slightly, and straightened the hair on her forehead, "Don't you want a home?"

"After you get married, you will have your own home."

When he brushed the ends of her hair, his fingertips brushed the rare tenderness.

Ling Yao looked into his eyes blankly, and suddenly remembered that she had said sadly in front of him a long time ago that she wanted to be like an ordinary child and have her own home.

After finishing his hair, he put his hands down and said to her with a smile in his eyes, "So, you can always rely on me. As long as you need, I will always be there."

He tapped her forehead, "Did you hear that?"

She sniffed, "...um."

"——?" Gojo Satoru watched as Ling Yao hurriedly ran out of the bathroom, almost slipped and fell, "What are you running for?"

Ling Yao ran out clutching the towel, "You, I have prepared a surprise for you when you come out of the shower."

Gojo Satoru looked disgusted, wondering what this idiot was going to do.

Ling Yao heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom again, and after confirming that Gojo Satoru had already started taking a bath and would not come out to interrupt her, she opened the closet and put on the sexy underwear she bought last time.

She looked in the mirror and saw that the fabric on her chest was only the size of a flower, and the thin lace was faintly visible.

...Will he like it?

Ling Yao wasn't quite sure, so she lay down under the quilt nervously and began to wait.

Finally, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and after a few minutes, Gojo Satoru changed into clean clothes and came out.

Seeing her lying in bed, she laughed, "Why did you just lie down and skip dinner?"

Ling Yao's body hidden under the quilt was tense due to tension, she tried her best to calmly say, "I'm sleepy after taking a shower, I want to sleep first."

After speaking, she was afraid that he would let her sleep first, so she quickly added, "But I can't sleep without you..."

Gojo Gojo laughed out loud, "Don't you think you're contradictory? You're sleepy after taking a shower, and you can't sleep without me. Are you sleepy or not?"

"..."

Ling Yao: "Then I'll sleep by myself."

Gojo Satoru still walked towards her, "Got it, I'll sleep with you—"

The moment he lifted the quilt and was about to lie down, the sound stopped abruptly.

Ling Yao was very nervous from his blunt gaze, and she didn't dare to speak any more, quietly accepting his nearly naked scrutiny.

After a while, he moved his eyes up, looked from her body to her eyes, and when he looked at her, he smiled, "This is indeed a surprise."

He lay down and kissed her earlobe lightly.

Ling Yao hugged him nervously, bearing the kiss in his ear and the heat of his palm, and catered to him tremblingly.

Gojo Satoru sensed her initiative, brushed her forehead, and smiled softly, "Why are you so good today?"

She hugged his back, "...Thank you."

"Because you were moved?"

"No... because, I like Wu too."

Gotu Wujo hooked the lace strap with his fingers, chuckled hoarsely, and nibbled at her ear, "Don't cry later."