The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

"What kind of expression is Wutiao?"

"constipate--?"

"No, it's a bit like a mental disorder, the feeling of excessive madness."

The above is a ruthless complaint from the family.

Just a few minutes ago, Gojo Satoru took out his mobile phone, took a photo quickly and extremely ostentatiously, and then for some reason, he was in a state of narcissistic smirk, typing with his fingers leisurely.

But this smirking state didn't last long, and the whole person froze there.

Then, it became the current state of red ears and stiff body.

On the other hand, Xia Youjie just smiled slightly, in a state of smiling without saying a word, and said in a neutral way: "Maybe I really feel a little bit insane."

Jia Ruozi yelled, "Wu Tiao——"

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru turned around.

"Didn't you just come back from a mission, and you were called over to help after you came back, aren't you going back to rest?" Jia Ruozi asked.

"Oh oh oh..." He answered a few times, then turned his head and continued to look at the phone screen.

The profile of the side face is deep and tight, the thin lips are slightly pursed, and it looks distressed, but the base of the ear is red, which is particularly obvious on the fair skin.

Jia Ruozi was dumbfounded, and reasonably doubted, "You're not watching bad content again, are you?"

"—At least go back and lie under the covers and watch secretly." She complained again.

Xia Youjie suggested with a smile: "You are very busy today, go back and rest after this is over, I will ask."

"Okay." Jia Ruozi glanced at Gojo Satoru, who was still squatting on the stone pillar on the railing and staring at his mobile phone, turned around and took two steps, a strange thought suddenly popped up in his mind, and he stepped back.

Xia Youjie froze for a moment, "What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

"Come here, come here." Jiarui Nizi beckoned, and after Xia Youjie approached, she lowered her voice and guessed mysteriously, "Wu Tiao could be secretly in love, right?"

"Huh? Why do you think so?"

"Otherwise, why would you be staring at your phone and giggling?"

Xia Youjie glanced at Wujou Wujo intently looking at the phone, frowning, looking very sad, but the corners of his mouth were raised high, "It's a bit like a smirk."

"Is that right? Do you know something? Has he been in contact with any women recently?"

Xia Youjie thought for a while, but he was not sure: "Does the little girl count?"

"..." The nitrate at home suddenly petrified, and after a few seconds, he put on a ghostly expression, trying to control the volume, and said in a low voice, "That first-year middle school student?"

"Ah."

"Although Wutiao is usually not very reliable, but this is too outrageous. The middle school student is only in the first grade. It has only started half a year. Rounding up, he has just graduated from elementary school! It's too beastly, really too beastly." With a look of disbelief, Jia Ruozi patted Xia Youjie on the shoulder, and said solemnly: "You communicate with him well, I'll go back first."

There are two text messages on the phone screen.

One is the sentence sent by Ling Yao: "Is this sentence a love story?"

The second is Wujo Wu's reply: "Who taught you this?"

Suddenly asked about his breasts, he hadn't been properly educated yet, and then another strange word came up, who taught the bell to shake!

Then there is no more text.

Ling Yao never replied, he kept staring at the screen.

stare stare.

I stared at it for an unknown amount of time, but still no reply.

And he pondered over and over in his brain, did he say love words?Is this what you just posted?Is this a love story?Is that what the love story says?This is love story?

Flipping forward again--

The last sentence was a text message that Ling Yao sent him: "With the group photo, I can see my good friends and my favorite sunset every day from now on."

Gojo Satoru read every word and sentence again.

——So it wasn't him talking about love at all!It was Ling Yao who said that with the photo, he could see a good friend every day. He was the best friend that Ling Yao said himself. Wouldn't it be suitable without his photo?

Of course not!

That's why he sent that text message, no matter what, Ling Yao must have said so first.

There was a sudden sinking on the shoulders.

Then came Xia Youjie's voice: "What are you laughing at?"

"—laugh?" Gojo Satoru turned his head, paused for a second, then pointed to himself, "Me?"

"right."

"I'm not laughing! I'm having a headache right now."

Xia Youjie didn't refute, but took his mobile phone over and put it in front of Gojo Wu: "Look at this."

It's a photo I just took.

Gojo Satoru squatted alone on the stone pillar of the railing, holding his mobile phone in one hand, propping his face in the other, with small sunglasses hanging from the tip of his nose, his eyes fixed on the screen of the mobile phone, as if studying the philosophy of life.

The corners of the mouth are curved high.

Gojo Satoru stared at the photo with wide eyes.

Xia Youjie still didn't forget to make up the knife, and said, "The person in the photo is you, right?"

"——?" Wujo Wu stretched his neck for a while, glanced away, and then raised his mobile phone in front of Xia Youjie, "I'm watching this! Am I talking about love like this? Isn't this me Do you speak in a normal tone?"

Gojo Wu suddenly raised his phone, almost hitting Xia Youjie's chin.

Fortunately, Xia Youjie avoided it, moved a little away, and saw the words on the phone screen clearly. He read it up and down, and said uncertainly: "...Forget it?"

"..." After a while, Gojo Wu stared at Xia Youjie, and said in a drawn-out tone with a hint of doubt, "Jie, have you ever been in a relationship?"

"..." Xia Youjie answered honestly, "No."

"So you don't understand either, do you?"

"Maybe I know a little better than you."

"?" Wujo Wu was not convinced, "It's also because you haven't been in a relationship before, why do you know a little better than me?"

Xia Youjie smiled slightly, "After all, you are not very reliable in other aspects."

"Jay."

"Do not hit."

"We must fight today!!!"

"Let's call another day."

"Why do you still have to choose a date?!"

Xia Youjie pointed to Gojo Wu's cell phone, "It's very late, if you don't go to Ling Yao's house, Ling Yao will go to bed."

After finishing speaking, Xia Youjie was smiling kindly.

Serenely watching Gojo Satoru's face turn stiff, turn red and turn stiff again, and finally said as if admitting defeat: "How do you know I'm going?"

"That's a good guess."

Under Gojo Satoru's squinting eyes, Xia Youjie smiled and said very calmly: "Since the beginning of summer, more curses have erupted than in other seasons. It should be the busiest time, but even if you are too busy Don’t touch the ground, and the mission will be finished before midnight. Especially this mission, it was agreed three or four days tomorrow, and it will end early.”

"—That doesn't explain anything." Wujo Wu glanced away, and finally struggled to speak hard.

Saying so, Gojo Satoru jumped off the stone pillar and walked towards the dormitory.

He picked up the hem of his clothes and sniffed it.

After receiving the ringing call from the mission site, he rushed to Diguang Middle School. After cleaning up those scumbags, he was called back to the high school without changing his clothes or taking a shower.

Behind him, Xia Youjie noticed Gojo Wu's little gesture, and asked in a pretendingly ignorant tone, "Aren't you planning to go to Ling Yao's place today? Why are you going back to the dormitory now?"

"Change your clothes." Gojo Satoru replied in a natural manner.

He picked up his collar again and sniffed.

It doesn't seem to have any smell...it should have no smell.

I don't know why, but suddenly I thought of the bell, the little girl seems to love to clean, the uniform skirt is always clean, the white cotton socks, and the shoes are polished like new.

When you get close, you can still smell a light fragrance, which is mixed with the soap locust fragrance from the shower gel and clothes.

Sure enough, go back and clean it up first.

It was already late when Ling Yao got home, and after chatting with her mother for a while, she returned to her room to take a shower and change into her pajamas.

Things bought in the mall are stacked on the table.

There are a lot of things to buy, including snacks and some accessories.

Momoi Wuyue took her to the shopping mall for one night, from dresses to jewelry, the dazzling array almost dazzled her eyes, she looked at the rows of products curiously, from the bracelet to the hairpin, and then from the hairpin Seeing the necklace, there are so many styles that she likes every one of them.

...Finally, Momoi Wuyue bought her a lot of beautiful hairpins and a pair of bracelets, one for her and one for Momoi Wuyue, and they were worn on their wrists for a photo together.

Ling Yao wiped her half-dry hair, put down the towel again, and went to unbox the bracelet.

After reading the bracelet, look at the card issuer.

There was a happy smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was counting his treasures, he read them one by one.

And finally...well, a pink bag.

Ling shook her fingers and paused, feeling her face was a little hot.

When they arrived at the supermarket, Momoi Itsuki sent Aomine Daiki and Kise Ryota to buy snacks, and then rang the bell to turn to the other side, a store with a pink facade.

From the far glass window, you can see all kinds of...underwear inside.

Realizing something, Ling Yao blushed and shyly followed behind Momoi Wuyue.

Watching Momoi Wuyue buy three pieces in one go after being introduced and tried on by the shopping guide, and sighed: "The growth is too fast... the previous underwear was too small to wear, and it was very stuffy. Finally, there are new underwear. gone."

Then, Momoi Wuyue glanced at Ling Yao's chest, and asked in a natural tone: "Ling Yao, you should probably buy underwear to wear, right?"

"... Mom bought it for me."

"That's it." Then Momoi Wuyue turned to the shopping guide and said, "Sister, let's see what kind of clothes she suits?"

The shopping guide immediately and enthusiastically introduced N styles.

From comfort to style, there are all kinds of underwear, and Momoi Wuyue picked up one underwear after another, and asked Ling Yao: "Which one do you like?"

"Ah... Do you want to choose?"

"Of course! I'll give it to you. We Ling Yao have a boyfriend, we can't act like children anymore." Momoi Wuyue moved the girly pink underwear in front of Ling Yao, "How about this one, I I think its color is so cute, as cute as you."

The shopping guide also said with a smile at this time: "I also think this color is more suitable."

For some reason, my face became hotter.

Ling Yao nodded, "I like this too."

"That's it."

Originally, he planned to let Ling Yao try it, but Ling Yao was really embarrassed, so he had to give up.

The shopping guide said: "The little girl is only developing now, so she should not go wrong wearing this model. Go back and try it on. If it doesn't fit, you can change it again."

Ling Yao took out the underwear from the paper bag, it was very sweet pink, it was the strawberry mousse powder she just liked.

She looked back at the window, a little worried, and went over to close the curtains.

Only then came back and took off the nightdress, and carefully put on the girl's pink underwear.

She wasn't quite sure how to button the back buttons. After trying several times, she managed to fasten the first button, and fumbled to button the second button.

Her hair, which had not yet been blown dry, hung wetly on her shoulders, feeling a little cool.

"--boom."

"..."

"—!"

There was the familiar sound of a window sill banging behind him.

Ling Yao was taken aback, and regardless of not finishing buttoning the buttons, she subconsciously covered her chest with her arms.

Then she realized that the home clothes she was wearing at home was a knee-length nightgown. In order to try on underwear, she took off the whole nightgown and put it on the head of the bed. Except for the chest protected by her arms, her whole body was exposed. In the warm air of early summer.

The temperature of the air is a bit high, slightly hot and dry.

Ling Yao didn't dare to turn her head back, feeling her face heat up again, her eyelashes trembling: "Is it Wu...?"

"You, you put on your clothes quickly! Call me when you are done!"

It was Gojo Satoru's voice, in a tense and low voice.

"Then don't look back..."

"Stupid! I don't know how to read it!"

Ling Yao went to unbutton the button. She was not very proficient in the first place, and her heart was flustered. After unbuttoning it for a long time, she did not pull it off.

But it was very quiet behind him, and Wujo Satoru's voice was not heard.

I don't have the impression that I always urge myself fiercely.

The mood eased a little, and calmed down a little, and then he unbuttoned it.

She clutched her chest and reached for the nightgown on the head of the bed. After putting it on, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Ling Yao secretly turned her head.

Beside the window sill, a familiar tall figure turned his back to her, raised his head slightly, facing the twilight outside the window, the screen window fluttered slightly in the evening wind, he was just like a static statue, just silent and restrained stood there.

She whispered, "I changed it..."

Gojo Satoru then opened his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and stared at the distant night outside the window for a moment before turning around slowly.

The little girl has already put on her nightgown. The white skirt is a little loose, and a pair of thin white legs are dangling. She wears cotton bear slippers on her feet. Her fluffy bear ears cover her white ankles. Standing there a little awkwardly.

His head was also slightly lowered, and he didn't dare to look up at him.

The hair was wiped half dry, and it hung wetly on the shoulders, slightly soaked with water.

Her voice was as soft as the wind brushing past her ears, and it was only after a few strands of shyness that it reached her ears, "Why are you here..."

The window behind him was half open.

The wind blows in, bringing with it the warmth of early summer, which should be a comfortable temperature, but when it brushes against the cheeks, it feels hot for no reason.

Gojo Satoru bent over and smiled, and the familiar joke came to his lips, but he pressed it again and again, and couldn't say it.

Finally, the arc faded away.

When I opened my mouth, I heard my own voice was lower than expected: "..., I don't know."