The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

There is a desk between Gojo Satoru and Ling Yao.

With his hands propped on the table, his face was so close that he could see his thin and dense eyelashes and eyes as beautiful as jewels.

... If it wasn't for the a little scary look in her eyes.

Ling Yao instinctively retreated a little bit, trying to distance herself from Gojo Satoru.

Under Gojo Satoru's gaze, he tried to speak first: "You, you're back."

"The bell rings."

"Ah."

"You were brought here by Jie?"

Ling Yao thought of Xia Youjie saying that tents were set up around the school, that's why she and Misaki Hatta had been wandering around but couldn't find the school, and came in after meeting Xia Youjie.

So... it should be true that Xia Youjie brought him in, right?

Figured it out.

Ling Yao nodded, "En."

Then, I don't know why Wujo Satoru didn't speak.

He pursed his lips and looked at her for a long time without speaking.

Ling Yao: "That..."

Speaking almost at the same time, Gojo Satoru said, "Since when did you have such a good relationship with Jie?"

"……Good Relationship?"

Looking at the blankness in Ling Yao's eyes, Gojo Satoru said further: "That is to say, you came to the high school to look for him, and he brought you in. Since when did you two have such a good relationship?"

"No, no, he brought me in, but I didn't come to look for him. We...is it okay if we have a relationship like this?"

However, Gojo Satoru's focus was not on Ling Yao's question, "Didn't you come to find him?"

"En." Saying so, Ling Yao pushed him, but her strength couldn't push Gojo Wu half a cent, so she could only make a request with her mouth: "Can you step aside a little bit?"

Although Gojo Satoru didn't know what Ling Yao was going to do, he listened to her request and stood up a little.

A little farther away from the table.

Only then did Ling Yao successfully get the food box that Gojo Wu had just crushed into her hand, she gave it to Gojo Wu, and said with a smile: "I'm here to thank you, this is a thank you gift for you."

"..."

Quiet for a second.

Seeing Gojo Satoru standing silently, Ling Yao couldn't help asking: "What's the matter? That...you can open it and have a look. If you don't like it, you can tell me. I don't mind. I'll bring you another one next time." thing."

Seeing that he didn't say a word, Ling Yao asked again: "Are you okay?"

"..."

Gojo Satoru put the food box in her hand back on the table.

Under Ling Yao's confused gaze, Wujo Wu raised his eyes to look at her, then pointed to his head: "Is my hair messed up?"

"……A little."

Gojo Satoru simply leaned in front of Ling Yao, and said in a very direct tone, "Pierce one for me too."

"...?" Ling Yao suspected that she had heard it wrong, and confirmed, "Is it Xia Youjie's hairstyle?"

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and asked her back, "Isn't it possible?"

"...I don't have any extra hair ties."

"Oh," Gojo Satoru raised his eyes, glanced at the end of her hair, "give me yours."

Ling Yao opened her eyes wide and subconsciously touched her hair.

She used to tie her hair up when she went out. Her thin, soft hair was neatly tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, and the ends of her hair hung down on her fair shoulders and neck.

Gojo Satoru pulled the stool over and sat down.

With his arms propped on the table and his chin resting, he looked up at Ling Yao who was still standing there blankly, and urged, "Hurry up."

Ling Yao was a little depressed, reaching out to touch her ponytail, hesitating whether to untie it.

Gojo Satoru held his chin, opened and closed his mouth, and his voice sounded like a trumpet calling for his death: "Don't you want to thank me? I want this thank you gift."

"Then... alright." Gojo Satoru said this, and Ling Yao had no reason to hesitate.

As soon as he pressed his fingers hard, the hair rope that bound his hair was torn off.

Her hair is soft and soft. Once the hair tie is taken off, the hair falls down obediently and hangs softly behind her head.

The hair slid down and brushed against the side of Ling Yao's face.

Under the cover of her hair, her palm-sized face looked even smaller, and with her somewhat depressed expression, she looked like she was being bullied no matter what.

The rubber band is still in hand.

Gojo Satoru put his head directly next to her hand, his eyes under the small sunglasses were bent and smiled: "Hurry up, hurry up."

"...But, your hair is a little short, Xia Youjie's hairstyle may not be able to tie it up."

"I don't care—"

"Then I, then I can watch it myself?"

"It has to look good!"

How can it be considered beautiful...

Ling Yao stared at Wujo Wu's head, a little worried.

Since Gojo Satoru was much taller than her, for her convenience at this time, after sitting down, he rested his chin on the table and let her play with his head on his stomach.

Ling Yao stretched out her hand towards Wujo Wu's hair, and the moment she touched the hair, her fingers paused, suddenly feeling a little nervous for some reason.

Gojo Satoru noticed the momentary pause, and raised his eyes to look at her: "What's wrong?"

His head was lying on the table, and when he raised his eyes to look at her, for a moment he looked like a big dog obediently waiting for his master to come home.

"It's okay." Bell shook his head.

Fingers passed through Wutiaowu's hair, his hair was not as long as Xia Youjie's, it was neat and neat, scattered on her palm, as white as threads made of silver threads, under the light through the screen window at this time, Shining brightly, just like his character, so flamboyant that people can't move their eyes away.

She said, "I don't have a comb, so I can only comb it for you like this."

"It's okay, you can do whatever you want." Gojo Satoru responded casually, his head was quiet, but his eyes were not very quiet. He glanced at the food box, grabbed it with his long arms, and held it in front of him, "This is for the food box." mine?"

Ling Yao was concentrating on combing her hair. When the topic changed, she looked over and nodded, "Yes."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a click, and the lid of the food box was snapped open.

Gojo Satoru lifted the lid.

blinked.

In the food box, there are cakes, cream, strawberries, and calm pink in order.

There is a slightly sweet taste in the breath.

He looked up, "What did you do?"

Ling Yao stopped combing her hair, "Well, the strawberry cake you bought for me that day was delicious, so I tried to make some myself as a thank you gift."

Wujo Wule was happy, and raised his eyebrows, "Thank me for what?"

The tone was indifferent, but "quickly praise me" was written all over his face.

If this kind of expression is seen by other people, it is estimated that Gojo Satoru will give him a supercilious look, and then throw him a question whether he wants love or not.

Ling Yao just felt that Gojo Satoru's expression now was a bit...a feeling of knowing what to do.

But thanks is meant to be said.

So she said honestly: "The glasses you gave me that can see curses, and my math homework."

"Oh—" Gojo Satoru drew a long tone, picked up a fork from the food box, and took a bite of the cake, "I thought you didn't remember this."

Ling Yao opened her eyes wide, and quickly explained to herself: "Why? I always remember it, but I just don't know how to thank you. You bought a lot of desserts. I think you have a sweet tooth, so I came up with this idea. "

"Oh." Gojo Satoru ate three pieces of cake in a row, his cheeks puffed up, and his speech was a bit vague, "It's not bad, but the taste is not sweet enough, next time put more sugar."

"Okay, I'll remember." Ling Yao replied obediently, tightening the rubber band in her hand, and she finished the task at hand, "I'll tie it up for you."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and looked at the top of his head, but he couldn't see anything, so he asked Ling Yao, "Does it look good?"

"Should...be nice, right?"

Gojo Satoru: "Should?"

"I've never seen a boy tie his hair. Xia Youjie is the first one, but his hair is relatively long, so I don't know if this hairstyle is good for boys... But I think you look good, so no matter what Their hairstyles are all pretty." Ling Yao spoke her thoughts honestly.

For some reason, Gojo Satoru suddenly bent his eyes and laughed.

It wasn't when he made fun of her before that made people laugh.

It's like I'm in a good mood, suddenly happy.

Wujo Wu nodded, looking like a child who can be taught, and said with satisfaction: "It's good if you have this awareness."

"What consciousness?"

However, in the next second, Gojo Satoru stood up, took her arm and dragged her out of the classroom, "Let's go, I'll take you to play."

"Don't you, you, you, don't you take a look in the mirror?"

"Nothing to see."

"What if you can't accept it? Take a look. If you don't like it, I'll tear it down for you."

"No need—" Gojo Goku grinned, and smiled arrogantly, "I look good no matter what!"

His steps are fast.

Ling Yao was dragged by his arm, and he had to trot to keep up with him.

In a daze, he looked up and saw his side face.

After leaving the classroom, there is a long corridor. The light from the windows along the way is like magic mirrors that change. The lights that flicker on and off pass across his face one by one like a carousel.

The chiseled profile and tight jaw.

The corners of the eyes and brows are all smiles.

A bit arrogant, a bit ostentatious, a bit ignorant of the heights of the sky and the earth, aloof like a god, or a demon who is in charge of the world, either crossing the world and destroying the righteous way in the world.

But he must be the former.

Just like the strong and bright sunlight outside the window at this time, all the haze has nowhere to escape under the light, which is so dazzling that it is unforgettable at first sight.

I vaguely remember many, many things about the past.

But when I think about it carefully, it seems that there is nothing.

I only vaguely remembered that there was a person standing under the quaint roof, standing still like a statue, cold to the bone, but the eyes cast on her were like the blue sky or the deep sea.