The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

Gojo Satoru rang the bell to the ground.

Arriving in front of Ling Yao's house, Ling Yao firmly tugged on Wu Tiao Wu's sleeve, as if she was afraid that Wu Tiao Wu would turn around and run away if he didn't mean what he said.

Looking at the hand that was pulling him, Gojo Satoru once again felt that his character had been questioned.

He directly pressed the doorbell with one hand, lowered his head and said to the bell, "What's going on with you now, you seem to have a big prejudice against me?"

Ling shook her neck, "I didn't..."

"No? I promised you everything, and you still look like I will regret it. Don't you just not believe me?"

"I don't believe you..."

"Oh, then you say, it's not that you don't believe me, what is it?"

"I just... feel a little safer this way."

Wutiaowu: "..."

He opened his mouth, and when he was about to say something, the door opened.

It's Ling Yao's mother.

The warm yellow light slanted out from the door, and Ling Yao's mother opened the door and saw Ling Yao, the anxiety on her face turned into joy, her tone was still anxious and worried, "Why did you come back so late?"

"My friend needed me to do a favor, so I wasted a little time."

After finishing speaking, Ling Yao looked up at Gojo Satoru.

Indicated that it was time for him to speak.

Wujo Satoru never had the self-consciousness he should have when facing his elders, but because of his background and ability, no one dared to criticize him, and no one dared to say that he was wrong.

So he spoke very casually, without feeling any pressure, "Yes, it's me, Ling Yao did me a favor, so I came back a little later."

In fact, my mother saw Gojo Satoru the first time she opened the door.

After all, with such a tall and flashy guy, it's hard not to notice.

It's just that she was more worried about Ling Yao in the first place, so she asked Ling Yao first.

Now when Wujo Wu opened his mouth, she turned her eyes to Wujo Wu again, glanced at the braid on his head, and then at the four heavy boxes of milk in his hand.

Mom pulled out a smile, and greeted stiffly: "So it's like this, you sent the bell back, right? Come in and drink some water."

"You don't need to drink water, I'll just send her home."

After Wujo Satoru finished speaking, he left without looking back, and only cast a spell when he got to a place where no one was around.

Without saying a word, mother silently helped Ling Yao move the four cartons of milk into the house.

Ling Yao felt that her mother seemed to be in the wrong mood at this time, but she couldn't specifically perceive what was going on.

Before going to bed, my mother finally couldn't hold back anymore and rang the bell in the room.

After entering the room, she said straight to the point: "Ling Yao, tell mom, are you in love with him?"

"In love?" Ling Yao thought about the meaning of love, shook her head and said, "We are friends."

"What kind of friend?"

Are there any categories for friends?Munakata Reisi didn't teach this.

Ling Yao scratched her head, and said with some hesitation: "They are good friends."

"Not a boyfriend?" Mom confirmed again.

She knows this.Reiji Munakata specifically emphasized that male friends and boyfriends do not mean the same thing, and boyfriends are a closer relationship.

So Ling shook her head, "No, it's a male friend."

Mom thought of the scrunchie that Wutiao Wu tied her hair with, it was obviously Ling Yao's thing, and she bought the scrunchie that Ling Yao tied her hair with, so she would not admit it wrong.

If there is any practical need, there is nothing wrong with borrowing a hair tie.

But that boy has neat short hair, and he really can't think of anything other than deliberately asking for a ring in his hair.

But she knows Ling Yao's character, Ling Yao is not the kind of kid who lies, if Ling Yao denies it, it is denial.

Mom asks the final crucial question, "Did you buy that milk?"

Ling Yao shook her head honestly, "He bought it."

After hearing this answer, my mother understood everything in her heart.

It's about asking for Ling Yao's hair ring, and about buying milk for Ling Yao. No matter how you look at it, this is a way for young people to arouse their girlfriend's favor when they chase after their girlfriends.

So, the mother's face became more serious, she held Ling Yao's hand, and said seriously: "That boy, don't get in touch with him too much in the future, understand?"

Ling Yao asked blankly: "Why?"

"Is he from your school?"

"no……"

"Is it the senior of your school's high school?"

"no……"

"From another school, right?"

"Ah."

Mother held Ling Yao's hand even harder, and said solemnly: "No matter how you met, whether you met by chance, or introduced by friends, don't believe it's fate or coincidence. When you are young, you will always use unscrupulous means. Your mother at this age has also experienced it. A boy like him must never be short of chasing in school, but he tries every means to please you, and you must be hurt in the end. "

Mom continued to add: "Although he sent you home at night, he was not very polite. Either his family background was good, or he didn't pay enough attention to you. No matter what it was, being with him would make it difficult for you to get along with."

Ling Yao was confused, but her mother spoke very seriously, as if she was afraid that she wouldn't listen, so she didn't dare to question.

Seeing that she didn't speak, my mother said again: "Anyway, you remember, you can be friends with him, but if he has further requests, you must refuse rationally."

"What do you mean by further requirements?" Ling Yao asked.

"Meeting alone, dating, physical contact, it's best to refuse."

"..." Ling Yao curled up her fingers, her throat was a little tight, and she couldn't make an answer.

Mom said again: "It's not that mother doesn't allow you to fall in love, but she's worried that you'll be hurt. Your character is relatively solid. A boy like him will definitely hurt you."

After a moment of silence, Ling Yao couldn't help raising her head and asked, "What kind of boy is he?"

"He." Mom said in the tone of someone who came here, "he is tall and handsome. He is the type that girls like, and he knows how to buy things to please girls. Such a boy has a lot of experience in love. Are you in love?" In front of him is like a blank sheet of paper, if you can't play with him, the ending will definitely make you very sad, that's what mom doesn't want to see."

After her mother left, Ling Yao took a shower, changed into her pajamas, and lay down on her bed.

The quilt has a clean fragrance, and there is a faint smell of the sun. It is a very comfortable quilt.

The weather is getting hotter, and the windows are half-opened for ventilation.

In the silence of the night, the sound of vehicles passing by in the distance is like a slight tinnitus, which is especially clear in the drowsiness of being unable to sleep with eyes closed.

After the third sheep failed to fall asleep.

Ling Yao took out the mobile phone placed beside the bed, and glanced at the time displayed on it.

It is already 12:30 in the evening.

Tomorrow is a new week and she has to get up early for school, so she closes her eyes and continues to sleep.

After 10 minutes, I took out my phone again.

The screen glowed faintly, shining on her face.

Ling Yao found Wujou's phone number, thought of what her mother said, and slowly typed and edited the text message.

Before sending it out, Ling Yao put down the phone and looked up at the ceiling of the room.

Then, I closed my eyes and clicked send.

Should have received it.

Even if I sleep, I can see it tomorrow.

Thinking this way, Ling Yao put the phone back beside the pillow, but when the phone was close to the pillow, in the silent night, Ling Yao heard a slight, noisy sound.

It seems that someone is talking, very small, very far away, close to the ear, and thousands of miles away.

Suddenly realizing something, Ling Yao picked up the phone and took a look.

...on a call.

Contact, Gojo Satoru.

Ling Yao frantically put the phone to her ear, the voice was much clearer, but she only had time to hear Wujo Wu's voice before hanging up the phone.

Only the busy tone returned to silence.

Almost without thinking, Ling Yao directly pressed the call back button.

The screen switched back to the waiting interface for making a call again, and she realized it later... Why did she call back?

The bell rang ready to be pressed to hang up.

But the phone was connected at this time.

Was there a second from when she clicked the call back to when it was connected?

……no.

"Hey, ring the bell, talk to me!"

In the silent night, Gojo Satoru's voice came from the phone.

It was only when Ling Yao woke up from a dream that she quickly put the phone to her ear. It was the first time she talked to Wujo Wu on the phone. For some reason, her heart was beating so fast, and the hand holding the phone was clenched unnaturally.

"Ring the bell!?" Gojo Satoru's voice rang out impatiently again.

She quickly responded: "I, I... I am here."

"Bangdang-"

On the window sill, there was a loud sound.

It was not the first time for Ling Yao to hear such a sound, but it was more frightening than ever before.

She was stunned and slowly turned her head, looking towards the window sill.

In the already silent night, even the stars are silent, except for the thin and dim light emitted by the street lamps on the road, the whole city is like a sleepy beast.

In the dim light, the slender figure on the window sill was shrouded in darkness, and he could vaguely see him stretching his long legs and jumping off the window sill.

Through the dim light, Ling Yao couldn't see his face clearly, but he could only see him sideways, with a slender figure, walking casually in her small room and walking to her desk.

He turned on the lamp on the table.

The moment the light came on suddenly, her breath seemed to be emptied, and Ling Yao stared blankly at the face that was still shouting her name impatiently on the phone just now.

Under the staggered light, his eyebrows and eyes were deep and ostentatious, and then he raised his eyes to look at her, half of his eyes were covered by small sunglasses, and the line of his lips was slightly raised.

When the four eyes met, he smiled. He had a flamboyant and handsome face, even if he randomly raised his eyebrows and eyes, he looked extraordinarily eye-catching.

"Tsk, isn't this a good life?"

His tone was lazy, and he still held the phone in his hand, pressing it casually.

The call hangs up.

He put the phone away casually, raised his long legs, and stepped in front of Ling Yao.

Gojo Wu stood tall in front of her, Ling Yao had to look up, she heard her voice froze, and then asked: "You, why are you here?"

Gojo Satoru laughed, meaning unclear, "Isn't this going to ask you?"

"I...?" She suddenly thought of the reason why Gojo Gojo came to find her every time, turned over to put on her shoes, "Are you going to save people?"

"The bell rings—"

On the stairs outside the room, my mother's voice suddenly came.

There were also footsteps getting closer, "What happened? I heard something in your room?"

In the dim light of the desk lamp, Gojo Satoru saw that Ling Yao froze for a moment, as if he had been frightened by something, and turned to look at him with an extremely flustered expression.

Gojo Satoru felt a little strange.

In the past, it's not like she ran into her mother and wanted to enter her room, and she didn't see Ling Yao so nervous?

baffling.

The door opened.

Mom came in, only the bell rang in the room. She stood by the window blankly, her expression still not completely relaxed.

Mom asked, "What's the matter, what happened?"

Ling Yao didn't want to lie, she hesitated and didn't know how to get over it.

Just when Ling Yao didn't know what to do, her mother saw the window sill, looked at Ling Yao's anxious expression by the light of the lamp in the room, thought she was worried about the potted plants, so she comforted her: "It turns out that the potted plants fell. It’s okay, mom will buy you a new basin tomorrow. That tile might cut you, so don’t do it, go to bed first, you have to get up early for class tomorrow.”

After finishing speaking, my mother closed the door and left.

In the room that was quiet again, Gojo Satoru lifted the quilt from Ling Yao's bed, revealing the short hair that was not concealed even in the dim light.

Gojo Satoru, who got smaller and hid, changed back to his original size again.

He was standing by the bed, and fell directly on Ling Yao's bed after shrinking, and then became bigger, so he was lying on Ling Yao's bed.

Gojo Satoru was much taller than Ling Yao, and such a standard bed couldn't fit his long legs and long hands. His feet rested on the end of the bed, tiptoes turned up, and he smiled casually at her: "I don't know if you're afraid." What, every time I get smaller, I become very timely, okay, don't look at who I am."

"..."

No response expected.

Gojo Satoru frowned.

What's the matter with the bell ringing today, it's so quiet?

For some reason, it's fine to call him in the middle of the night, and he doesn't say a word when he gets connected, and it's the same now, there's not even a sound.

Gojo Satoru turned his head.

Under the dim light, Ling Yao trotted to the window sill, took a look at her potted plants, and within a few seconds, she hurried back to Gojo Satoru.

A little menacing taste.

It's just that she is childish, and with her aggression, she looks like a rabbit eager to bite, without any threat.

Gojo Satoru sneered, with his chin upturned, waiting for the bell to ring and prepare to teach him something.

……but.

In the dim light, Gojo Satoru looked down at the bell who fell into his arms at this time, his hand was hanging in the air, neither letting it go nor not letting it go, for the first time he felt a dilemma.

When Ling Yao ran towards her, she ran very fast, and because the light in the room was dim, she kicked to the corner of the bed, causing her to stumble forward in pain.

It fell right into his arms.

The thin and soft hair was scattered on the back of his hands, and his breath was very close, and the unique and peaceful fragrance belonged to girls.

In the silent night without stars, it was infinitely magnified.

"The bell rings."

"..."

"You, get up first..."