The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

In the small basement, the sound of curse bones was harsh and weird.

It was held in Gojo Satoru's arms, its mouth opened and closed, and it kept screaming strangely.

Ling Yao was taken aback by the sudden explosion of the curse, and the scream of the curse refused to stop, she raised her head and asked Gojo Wu: "How did this stop?"

Amidst the weird meowing, Gojo Satoru just looked at her lightly with a pair of eyes, and the lip line that was always raised was also thinly pursed at this moment.

Ling Yao tentatively called his name again, "Wu Tiao..."

Suddenly remembering the title problem she just corrected, she paused, "Enlightenment?"

"You take it."

Gojo Satoru didn't look at her, and stuffed the mantra into her arms casually.

Then, the curse skeleton stopped making strange calls.

Ling Yao stared blankly at the mantra that had calmed down in her arms, then looked up at Gojo Wu, and after throwing the mantra to her, Wujo Wu walked around her and went down the stairs without saying anything or looking at her.

Ling Yao didn't know what Wujo Wu meant by this, she paused, subconsciously followed Wujo Wu's footsteps and went down the stairs.

Gojo Satoru didn't look at her and said, "Put it back."

"Should I put it directly?"

"You can also pluck it and put it back in."

"...Why should I pluck it?"

"Isn't that enough? What else can I do if I just let it go?"

Ling Yao pursed her lips, and after putting the mantra skeleton back into the cabinet, she took a peek at Gojo Wu, and said in a low voice, "Why are you so fierce all of a sudden..."

"Because this mantra is as stupid as you, it looks like it's pissed off."

Ling Yao immediately closed her mouth tightly, and opened her eyes wide to look at Gojo Satoru.

She spoke so quietly, could Gojo Satoru hear it?

"Don't think that your voice is low. An idiot is an idiot. You don't even have the talent to say bad things about others. Next time you feel dissatisfied with me, just think about it in your heart. Don't say it. Otherwise, it will be like this—"

Gojo Satoru finally turned his head to look at her.

But not to talk nicely.

But for revenge.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Ling Yao reflexively wanted to cover his forehead, and it was really a psychological shadow knocked out by Wujo Wuqian.

But this time Gojo Satoru's goal was not Ling Yao's forehead at all, but imitating her behavior on the stairs just now, reaching out and pinching her face directly.

Ling Yao's face is very small, compared with Wujo Wu's palm, it is not as big as Wujo Wu's hand, and Wujo Wu has never pinched anyone else's face, this time the hand was neither light nor heavy, and it directly squeezed Ling Yao to tears woof woof.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru relaxed, but his hand still rested on Ling Yao's face, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Ling Yao nodded tearfully.

"So will you still speak ill of me next time?" He squinted at her.

The bell rang: "..."

Gojo Satoru laughed: "I don't want to lie, so I keep silent, right?"

The hand pinching Ling Yao's face was hard, but this time he consciously controlled his strength, and after trying a few times, he knew how much the little girl's delicate skin and tender flesh could bear.

This time there was no pinching pain, but seeing the flesh between the fingers being rounded and flattened by him, the nose, eyes and mouth wrinkled together, and the way Ling Yao pursed his mouth and did not speak, the whole person looked like a white and soft bun .

Still the kind that doesn't have much meat.

Under Gojo Satoru's rubbing and flattening, the bell swayed and sounded a little depressed: "That can't be said to speak ill of you..."

She glanced at him with unclear meaning, as if accusing, "I never speak ill of others."

Wujo Wule, "Oh, what's your name?"

"……be honest."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru deliberately bent down and put his ear in front of Ling Yao, "The voice is too low, I can't hear it."

You could hear it so softly just now...

Ling shook her head for the first time and became suspicious of Gojo Satoru. Did Gojo Satoru do it on purpose?

Gojo Satoru observed Ling Yao's expression, and seeing the speechless and suspicious expression on Ling Yao's face, he suddenly felt better.

Ling Yao looked at the smile on Gojo Wu's lips, turned her head away unhappy, and said it word by word: "I'm telling the truth."

"Oh." Gojo Satoru pinched her face, and lifted it in his direction, and Ling Yao was forced to turn his head to look at him again.

And Gojo Satoru's eyes, which were close at hand, smiled maliciously, "It means that I am fierce, right?"

"Ah."

"You really dare to promise?"

"I... have nothing to dare." Ling Yao raised her hand and put it on Gojo Wu's hand, trying to break Wujo Wu's hand that was pinching her face.

The little girl's hand was thin and white, and the moment she touched it, she felt a cool temperature.

She didn't have much strength, and she was afraid of hurting her face, so she could only break it apart bit by bit.

A little bit of cat fun.

The bell could not be broken off, but because of this tossing, the flesh on the face was a little red, she stopped, raised her eyes and glared at Gojo Wu: "Let me go."

Gojo Satoru readily let go.

Ling Yao was a little dazed.

...I thought I would have to talk a little longer before letting her go.

"Why? Do you want to have dinner here?"

Gojo Satoru had already reached the second step of the stairs, and when he looked back, the bell was still in place.

It's just that he didn't turn back immediately after speaking, but waited for Ling Yao to trot to his side before picking up his footsteps again.

Ling Yao took out her phone and glanced at the time, "Are you eating so early?"

"From the high school to the dining room outside, the distance plus the order, the meal time is about the same." He was lazy and answered casually.

"Go out to eat?"

"Do you want to eat in our school's cafeteria? There are very few people in the school today, and the cafeteria is closed. And if you come here from afar, I can't just let you eat in the cafeteria. I don't bully children." Speaking of this, Gojo Satoru glanced at her, "And it's a child like you who is so skinny that he would faint after taking two steps."

"..."

Ling Yao decided to ignore Gojo Satoru's sudden prejudice against her, "...I don't have much pocket money, if I go out to eat, I might not be able to afford it."

Gojo Satoru glanced at her, and smiled a little at the end of his eyes, "Who said you have to pay?"

Ling Yao: "But the AA system may not be enough..."

She only brought money for the journey home.

There is also the money for the mineral water that I want to drink when I am thirsty on the road.

Her pocket money is very little, so she saves as much as she can.

"You don't need to talk to me, please." When he reached the end of the stairs, he pushed the door open, and the outside sun poured in, leaving a bright light on his face. He lifted his chin, and his tone was very natural, but Inexplicably, there is a kind of publicity, "When you are with me, you don't need to worry about money, you can just bring people along."

Ling Yao blinked: "Is it for your friend's benefit?"

"Ah?" Gojo Satoru obviously forgot the joke he said casually before, and didn't realize the brain circuit of the bell for a while, but it seemed right to say that, "Isn't it."

"In this case, it's not a disadvantage to be friends with you."

"A loss?" Gojo Satoru put one hand on Ling Yao's head mercilessly, "Oh, did you feel wronged by being my friend?"

"Not really...it's just that your conditions are a bit harsh."

"Say it again." Wujo Wutiao stared at her with a hint of threat, and the subtext was probably: If you really dare to say it again, I will smash your head.

People who can understand the meaning of the five enlightenment words, probably no one really dares to say it again.

But Ling Yao couldn't understand the subtext.

So she, serious and serious, repeated her words: "Your conditions are a bit harsh."

"Oh, how harsh?" Wujo Satoru narrowed his eyes, his breath restrained to the edge of danger.

Ling Yao blinked, and she memorized every word like a text, "As my friend, you have to trust me, listen to me, and like what I like. If I say sugar, I will add sugar. I'm bored." Always be with me, consciously don’t bother me when I’m angry, and the most important thing is—don’t call me by my first name directly.”

Gojo Satoru finally remembered what he said casually when he deliberately teased her before.

When she spoke, she spoke in a soft voice, coming out of Gojo Satoru's mouth, which was both beating and flamboyant, but she changed the tone of the bell, which sounded inexplicably cute.

He rubbed the hand on Ling Yao's head twice, seeing that Ling Yao was a little dizzy from the shaking, he stopped, and smiled, with unknown meaning, "You have a good memory, don't you?"

Ling Yao stabilized her head, she didn't feel so dizzy, and then answered him: "Well, my grades in Chinese class have always been very good, and all the questions written silently are full marks."

"I'm not complimenting you."

"Huh? So... what do you mean?"

"What I mean—" Gojo Satoru imitated the way she blinked before, and blinked with a harmless face, "My conditions are so harsh, so you must remember it well, keep it in your heart, and never forget it for a moment , I will draw my back from time to time."

"..." Ling Yao vaguely felt that the other party was joking, but seeing Wujo Gojo's face smiling at her with squinted eyes, the eyes were as rare as precious gemstones, and there was a crooked smile at this moment. , so she nodded, "I will remember it well."

"Okay, let's go."

Gojo Satoru pulled her arm, but before Ling Yao could react, he had already put his arm around Ling Yao's waist, and when he saw the scene in front of him again, it was no longer the campus of the Conjuration College covered by trees.

...but a bustling street market.

look up.

There is a restaurant right in front of you.

The name of the restaurant was inserted on the lawn, but it was written in French, which Ling Yao could not understand at all.

Now it was almost time for dinner, a car drove over from time to time, bypassed the lawn in front of the door, and parked the car in the parking space. Immediately, a waiter in a black tuxedo opened the door for the guests, respectfully.

However, the waiter who originally greeted him, after hearing Gojo Satoru's name, followed by the general manager who rushed over in a hurry, obviously came all the way in a hurry.

The general manager said respectfully: "Mr. Wujo, I don't know that you are coming tonight. All the seats for tonight have been reserved. There is only one reserved VIP seat. If you don't mind it, we will arrange it for you immediately."

Gojo Satoru seems to come here often, so there is no doubt about it, "Yes."

"Please come with me."

"Oh, by the way, replace the wine in the set dish with milk, it's hot."

The general manager was surprised for a moment, but quickly stopped, "Okay."

The suit on the waiter was ironed without any wrinkles, and the white shirt on his body was thick and high-quality.Everything is in order in the restaurant, the lights and wine float silently between the tables.

Ling Yao followed Wujo Wu, looking a little cramped.

She has never been to a restaurant like this. The lights inside are as bright as gemstones, and the bricks under her feet are as clean as a mirror. Every step is like stepping on ice.

The waiter opened the chair for Ling Yao. Ling Yao was not used to other people's service, and she was still a little cautious when she sat down.

All of this is strange and illusory, only Gojo Satoru sitting opposite her is the only real and familiar one in the whole world.

until the waiter backed away.

Only then did Ling Yao move her head forward and whispered, "Wu..."

Gojo Satoru gave her a little bit of gaze, "Say."

"Can I...can I sit next to you?"

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru turned to look at Ling Yao, her hair was loose, because her head was slightly lowered, her face looked smaller under the shadow of her falling hair.

A pair of eyes looked at him expectantly, looking a little uneasy.

He suddenly laughed, leaned back lazily, leaned on the back of the seat, and smiled slightly with his eyelids lifted, "Yes."

With Wujo Wu's affirmation, the bell rang like a pardon, and he immediately ran to the seat next to Wujo Wujo and sat down happily.

As he got closer, he smelled the familiar scent belonging to Gojo Satoru, and the tense feeling of embarrassment was relieved.

At this time, the waiter came to serve the drinks and placed them in an orderly manner in the carved copper trolley. The surface of the bottle reflected the light, shining like crystal.

The label on the wine glass was written in French, which she didn't understand, but she just vaguely felt that the glass looked expensive.

The bell shook and asked Gojo Satoru in a low voice: "What are these?"

A glass was placed in front of her.

White and steaming.

Gojo Satoru noticed the gaze she was throwing at him, glanced at her, and smiled, "Why, do you want to drink? No, children drink more milk and grow taller."

Ling Yao held the glass with both hands, and said somewhat depressedly: "...I'm not short."

"Oh, how tall are you?"

"1.5 meters seven."

"Tsk."

"...?"

"I'm 1.9 meters."