The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

"..."

Gojo Satoru stared at Ling Yao for a few seconds.

Under such gazes, Ling Yao felt a little flustered, so she looked away, and stretched out her hand to push Wujo Wu who was standing in front of her, "...I have to do my homework."

However, the strength of the bell shook, not to mention pushing Gojo Satoru away, it didn't move even a millimeter.

Gojo Satoru looked down at the hand on his waist, squinted his eyes, and smiled inexplicably: "Now you think about doing your homework?"

"..."

"You can't lie, right? So what you mean by being silent is that you really want to do your homework just as an excuse?"

"........."

"Explain it, ring the bell." Gojo Satoru leaned slightly.

The small sunglasses are hanging on the bridge of the nose, so that you can see his beautiful blue pupils from a closer distance. At this time, there is a little smile, but there is an inexplicable sense of oppression: "What do you mean by scumbag?"

"……I have no idea."

"Oh, what about the dog man?"

Ling Yao blinked her eyes, looking timid, but still very honest: "I don't know either."

"..." Wutiaowu felt that he had been tricked, but when he lowered his head, Ling Yao blinked his eyes and looked at him. His eyes were clear and clear. He suddenly felt a little lost, and the words that came to his mouth involuntarily softened his tone: "You Who did you hear this from?"

The little girl is very honest and answers all questions: "My good friend."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows: "A girl?"

"Ah."

"Did I scum her?"

Ling Yao subconsciously wanted to refute, but suddenly remembered that she didn't know whether Momoi Wuyue had met Gojo Satoru, maybe they knew each other in private before, but she didn't know it, so she didn't answer immediately.

But this second of hesitation fell into Wujo Wu's eyes, and the taste changed.

He was full of doubts about life: who am I?Who am I?Who am I?

But when he turned his gaze and saw Ling Yao timidly looking into his eyes, he couldn't get angry at the little girl.

So he suppressed the question marks in his head and asked, "Be clear, who am I scumbag?"

Ling Yao was still very honest: "I don't know."

Gojo Satoru: "?"

He clasped Ling Yao's head with one hand, and the little girl was almost shrouded in the shadow of his figure, looking thin and small, especially the head under the palm, which felt like it could explode with a single squeeze.

Before Ling Yao could react, Gojo Wu's tall figure had already bent down and pressed down, his smiling eyes were a bit vicious, and he almost gritted his teeth and threatened: "Ling Yao, don't talk nonsense."

"..."

Ling Yao was trapped in Wujo Wu's figure, his own light breath lingered on the tip of his nose, this kind of smell was so cold that it was a bit inhumane, like looking down on the powerful gods in the world, not knowing the heights of the sky and the depths of the arrogance.

If I had to use something to describe the current Gojo Satoru, it would probably be the kind of bad students my mother always told me not to provoke in school.

However, it smells good.

This kind of smell will make you feel at ease when you smell it, like the peace of mind deeply engraved in your soul in memory.

So even when Gojo Satoru showed an expression that he thought could scare a child into tears, Ling Yao still blinked at him.

For the first time, I felt a little frustrated.

Gojo Satoru continued to be fierce, and his tone was really fierce, "Then why am I a scumbag?"

Ling Yao's eyes were still bright, looking at him quietly, "That's what my friend said."

"Oh? Tell me more specifically?"

Ling Yao answered every question, and answered very honestly: "She said that you abandoned me all the time, and that you left me and ran away without saying a word. If you abandon me once, there will be a second time. It is not worthwhile to persuade me to hang myself from the same tree."

"..."

Gojo Satoru didn't know what expression to put on right now. He was obviously a little angry at being slandered by nonsense, but he still felt a little cute that the little girl didn't understand anything but spoke in an orderly manner.

Ling Yao was shrouded in the shadow by his tall figure, looked up at him, and stared at the slight smile on his lips for a while.

Suddenly he became bolder.

She blinked and said, "So... what does the scumbag mean?"

Gojo Satoru said, "You are still young, so you don't need to know about such things."

"But... I want to know why you are a scumbag."

"I told you I'm not!"

"So please tell me, I want to judge for myself."

Gojo Satoru glanced at the bell, paused for a moment, seemed a little helpless against the other party, and said: "The scumbag means a scumbag with extremely bad character, who hurt those who like him in very bad ways. people."

"...Oh." Ling Yao half understood.

"do you understand?"

Ling Yao asked again: "Is it a very bad way to give up at the beginning?"

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, and his intuition told him that he couldn't answer yes to this question.

But facing Ling Yao's eyes full of sincerity and clarity, his perplexity and thirst for knowledge are filled with trust in him, which makes him unable to tell lies.

So he nodded, "That's right."

Sure enough, this question cannot be answered yes!

Ling Yao nodded heavily, "So you are a scumbag."

"…………"

Gojo Satoru's hand clasped her head with some strength, shaking her head from side to side, not to say how violently, but not lightly.

At least, Ling Yao was a little dizzy, before her eyes could focus, she accused: "Are you angry from embarrassment?"

Gojo Satoru lowered his voice, and his tone was a little threatening, very fierce: "Ling Yao, I don't call you "reckless and abandoning at the beginning and abandoning at the end", which is a word that can only be used when there is a relationship between lovers, and we are not lovers!"

"I'm sorry." Ling Yao apologized.

Gojo Satoru's hand holding her head loosened.

Although the little girl's mind is not very good, she is very sincere, right is right, wrong is wrong, and she will not make nonsense sophistry.

When she apologized, she really apologized, and she was very sensible.

So Gojo Satoru took his hand away.

However, the hand had just left the top of Ling Yao's head, and before she could take it back, Ling Yao was dizzy from the shaking of his head, and when she reached out to rub her head, she touched his hand.

Ling Yao's hands are small, thin and white, just like her gentle eyebrows and eyes when she smiles.

The moment he touched the palm, there was a slight coolness.

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment.

It's just that Ling Yao didn't seem to notice the sudden touch, and still stuck out to her head self-servingly.

So, without warning, she pressed his hand back on her head again, and her thin palm covered the back of his hand.

When Gojo Satoru was about to withdraw his hand.

Ling Yao raised her head, bent her eyes as bright as midnight, and asked cautiously and curiously: "Then do you have a lover?"

The little girl looked childish, she was not very old, and she looked naive and unsophisticated, making her look even weaker and smaller.

When she spoke, her eyes were clear, and her tone was soft and soft, revealing the caution and curiosity that one should have at this age, as well as the timidity that she doesn't know how to hide.

Gojo Satoru doesn't like being asked this kind of question.

Boring, pointless, meddling.

His ignorant and ignorant dog temper has not been a day or two. Except for acquaintances, no one will ask him such personal questions. Even if he asks, whether he answers or not depends entirely on his mood.

However, to the lips.

Pursing her lips, the words she said became: "No."

Then he saw Ling Yao let out a sigh of relief.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of the afternoon when he said he was leaving. Ling Yao said in a depressed mood, but, I seem to like you very much.

When looking at him, a pair of clear and bright eyes were revealed under the broken hair on the forehead. The girl's crunchy voice was like a fresh pear, clear and sweet.

...I suddenly remembered something.

Gojo Satoru withdrew the hand that was pressed under the palm of the bell, and tapped her forehead with the backhand, "Kids, don't always ask these questions, study hard, listen to the class, have you finished your math homework?"

Gojo Satoru felt that he didn't use much force, but he underestimated the little girl's delicate skin and tender flesh. Ling Yao's face was wrinkled in pain, and her thin eyebrows and eyes were puckered together, which made people feel a little guilty.

However, Ling Yao covered her forehead and still stubbornly retorted: "I don't always ask. This is the first time I ask."

This objection is well founded.

Serious and unconvinced.

Gojo Satoru knocked on her forehead again, this time with a lighter force, theoretically it wouldn't hurt, but Ling Yao's heart was shadowed by the knock just now, and the conditioned reflex groaned.

Gojo Satoru looked down at his hands: He didn't use any force, did he?

Turn around and look at the bell.

Ling Yao was still holding her head, as if she was too bullied by his ferocious appearance to dare to speak, but her words were not timid at all: "And I didn't mean to ask you this, I have a reason for asking. "

"Huh? What's the reason?"

"If you have a lover, you must not abandon her all the time. You can't be a scumbag."

"..."

The little girl pondered for a second, and added: "Dog men are not allowed either."

"…………"