The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

"There is a sewing box, but do you need to mend something? What's broken? Let me help."

"No, it's not broken. I just want to make some handicrafts, which are homework for school."

Holding the sewing box in her hand, after talking with her mother, Ling Yao pushed open a crack in the door to confirm that Gojo Satoru was not standing at the door and would not be seen by her mother, then opened the door and walked into the room.

Turning back and waving to mother: "Mom, go to bed early, good night."

Ling Yao put the sewing box on the table and turned on the small desk lamp.

I looked around, but I couldn't find Gojo Satoru.

"Gojo Satoru, where are you?"

"Look for it, isn't it very simple?" Gojo Satoru responded to him in the room.

But the volume was not loud, and even with a short sentence, she couldn't tell the location of Gojo Satoru for a while.

Thinking of Wujo Wu being so small now, she looked around in various cracks and corners, and even got down on the ground to see if Wujo Wu had fallen under the table.

But Gojo Satoru seemed to be able to see what she was doing. When she looked at the bottom of the table, Gojo Satoru said, "Why did I fall under the table? What are you thinking?"

Ling Yao scratched her head, stood up, and hit her head on the drawer.

Gojo Satoru's voice appeared again, a little more speechless, "Can you hit me too?"

"...You can see it."

"Even if you can't see it, being hit by your head is equivalent to a magnitude five earthquake to me."

Ling Yao finally understood, held on to the edge of the drawer, and opened the drawer.

Sure enough, Gojo Satoru was lying in it.

The small sunglasses are on the bridge of the nose, which looks like lying on a beach chair for vacation. It is said that it was a magnitude [-] earthquake, but no matter how you look at it, it looks leisurely.

Ling Yao was a little apologetic: "Did that hurt you?"

"Don't worry, as I said, this kind of injury is not worth mentioning to me. But you, you probably hit your head with a bag?"

Ling Yao imitated his expression, nonchalantly, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, this kind of injury is not worth mentioning to me."

"..." Is his expression so beating?

Ling Yao fished Wu Tiaowu out, took out the soft measure from the sewing box, and some didn't know where to measure it.

When I met Gojo Satoru's eyes, I saw an encouraging expression on his face for the first time, and he said, "Hurry up, I want to change clothes and go to bed right now."

"Then... I'm sorry."

Ling Yao surrounded Wujo Wu with a soft ruler, and measured his bust, waist, and hips.

After recording the data, I took out the old clothes I found in advance, cut the fabric, and tried to sew a new one.

Gojo Satoru sat on the high stack of books on the table, as if sitting on the top of a hill, with his legs and feet hanging in the air, dangling from place to place.

He supported his head and looked down at the bell ringing under the desk lamp.

She lowered her head and concentrated on it. Her skin was very white, as if she hadn't seen light for a thousand years, and under the bright light of the desk lamp, it was even more white and almost transparent.The hair is very smooth, and for convenience, it was tied behind the head with a hair tie, and a few hairs that fell out were pinned back.

No matter how you look at it, he is a well-behaved and obedient ordinary middle school student.

Even a little silly.

"That's right." Ling Yao suddenly raised her head, her eyes met unexpectedly.

Half of the blue eyes were exposed under the slightly drooping small sunglasses, which were dazzlingly beautiful. Gojo Satoru still supported his head, looking extremely bored: "Huh?"

"I have a little handicraft experience in pajamas, but underwear... I'm not very good at making it, and I've never seen boys' underwear. I don't know if there are some differences. I..."

"The bell rings."

"I'm here!"

"I'll do that myself!"

"Oh ok ok, then I can just make pajamas... What about the change of clothes, you can't just wear this set of clothes all the time, can you? Or I'll go to the tailor shop and ask."

"Of course I'm going to the tailor shop. It's just that I don't have time to go tonight, so I'll make do with it."

"Actually, I don't think I've done anything ugly. Dang dang dang, you're done, come down and try."

It’s time to play dumb again: “It’s too high, I’m sure I’ll get hurt if I jump off.”

"I'm sorry, I was negligent." Ling Yao held Wujo Wu in his arms, took him off the pile of books, and put him on the table.

Gojo Satoru picked up the pajamas that had just been made and put them aside, shook his hands, and took a few glances, "Not bad, it looks quite similar."

Ling Yao laughed happily: "Yeah, I just said that my handwork is not bad, I'm very good at things like swords."

"There are also underwear, right? I can easily handle this kind of thing myself. Give me the scissors—"

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand.

However, no pair of scissors was handed to him.

He tilted his head and saw that the pair of scissors could cut off his head, and he withdrew his hand: "Forget it, it's the same without scissors. But now, I will give you 10 minutes, and you are not allowed to turn back."

Ling Yao didn't know why, so she stared at him with wide eyes, confused.

Gojo Satoru showed some headache, and patiently explained: "I also have privacy, understand?"

"Sorry, I see."

Watching the bell swaying in seconds, she turned her back to his back.

Gojo Satoru sighed silently, and complained softly: "Really... I don't understand why this place was chosen."

"Five Enlightenment..."

"Say."

"I'm going to make you a bathtub now. Just after you're done, you can directly put hot water in the bath."

Gojo Satoru was a little disappointed with her head, and asked suspiciously, "You want to make a bathtub?"

"The shower used by normal people is no longer suitable for you, so it may be more convenient to find something to put hot water in for a bath."

"Shouldn't you just find a cup and soak me in it?"

"No, no, the cup is too deep, I'm afraid you won't be able to climb out."

Ling Yao spoke very sincerely, she really thought about it this way.

Gojo Satoru sounded very wrong. He felt that he was questioned, so he said firmly: "I want a cup, the deeper the better."

Ling Yao worried: "This is not good, if you really can't get up, it's not convenient for me to catch you..."

Gojo Satoru was even more determined: "I want a cup! The deeper the better!"

"I understand."

Putting down these words, the bell shook and ran downstairs.

When Ling Yao came back, Gojo Satoru turned his head and saw the cup in Ling Yao's hand, his eyelids twitched.

Ling shook the mineral water bottle in his hand and asked him, "Is this deep enough?"

Gojo Satoru turned back confidently: "It's just a mineral water bottle, that's all."

"Ah? Here, Gojo Satoru, do you really want to take a bath in a mineral water bottle? Forget it, it may not be very comfortable to wash..."

"I want it."

"Or else..."

"Stop talking, I want a mineral water bottle!"

"..."

In the spacious washbasin, the warm water rippled in circles.

The sound of water splashes from time to time. If you listen carefully, you can also hear the sound of surfing.

Ling Yao glanced at the time displayed on the phone, and reminded the bathroom: "Wujo Wu, you've been washing for half an hour, isn't it over yet?"

A cheerful answer came from inside: "No—"

Accompanied by the sound of waves.

The sound of crackling water was very lively.

Ling Yao doubted: "Are you swimming in it?"

A more cheerful voice came from inside: "This time the guess is accurate! I haven't swam for a long time, and this basin is really suitable for swimming."

"Come out when it's almost time, the water temperature gets cold and you'll catch a cold easily."

"No problem, I'm the strongest after all—huh—chong—"

Playing again.

Is swimming really that fun?

Ling Yao poked at the cap of the pen, and couldn't finish her homework. After thinking for a while, she ran back to the bathroom door, and said to Gojo Satoru inside, "Can I ask you something?"

The sound of water splashing on the facade stopped, and Gojo Satoru's voice was not loud through the door, "Could it be that you want me to teach you how to swim?"

"Can it be possible?"

"I'm not interested in teaching brats to swim."

"That's it... all right."

Ling Yao stood up, ready to go back to do her homework.Then, she heard Gojo Satoru's voice behind the door. In the dull fog of the bathroom, she seemed a little more compromised than usual: "It's okay when you're in a good mood."

Ling Yao's eyes lit up, "Then when will you be in a good mood?"

"..." Wujo Wu said: "Don't disturb my swimming now, and forget about the mineral water bottle."