The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

What Ling Yao said made Momoi Wuyue dumbfounded.

After a long time, she slowly asked, "This other... is it a boy or a girl?"

Ling Yao raised her eyes: "Are boys and girls different?"

Momoi Wuyue nodded heavily, "Of course it's different! In fact, this kind of possessive desire is very normal, between friends and relatives, there will be such feelings, and I will make excessive demands on my parents, and I will see them agree. I will be really happy when I get down. It's not because I have a psychological problem, but it's a very common mentality.

"However... if the other party is a boy."

Momoi Wuyue chuckled, "You can have such an idea, either the other party likes you very much, or—"

Ling shook her heart, "What is it?"

Momoi Wuyue smiled, "You are the one who likes him very much!"

Either the other person likes you very much.

This... Gojo Satoru doesn't seem to have said anything about liking him. When he mentioned this topic a few times, he probably said, let her grow up quickly, let her fall in love with him quickly.

There are some similar words, but he never said that he likes himself.

Although clearly felt.

His indulgence to himself.

He had said it himself that he was always giving way to her.

...Is that because I like him very much?

Ling Yao asked Momoi Wuyue again: "I'm not sure if he likes me very much, but I'm also not sure if I like him very much... Is there a third possibility?"

Momoi Wuzuki thought for a while, "Yes, people who have a good relationship and are very close have such a mentality. For example, you actually took off our sister's bracelet before, and I was also sad for a long time."

Ling Yao murmured: "I'm sorry..."

Momoi Wuzuki still smiled, "It's okay, if you say it's important to the other party, it must be very important, so I won't be jealous. I'm just giving an example, there will be such and such between people. Psychologically, if you don’t hurt the other party, it’s all normal, so don’t worry too much about it.”

Ling Yao seemed to understand and nodded.

After a while, she remembered a very important thing, and asked again: "Then how should I distinguish these three feelings? That is... how should I distinguish, I have this mental state because the other party likes me very much. Or do I like each other a lot, or is it because we have a good relationship?"

Momoi Wuyue was also in a daze for a while, and she didn't quite understand how to distinguish, so she thought about it and said, "It's because it doesn't matter, anyway, no matter what it is, it means that the other party is very important to you. It’s enough to repay the other party’s indulgence.”

Ling Yao felt that what Momoi Wuyue said made a lot of sense.

So I didn't worry about why.

It's just a last choice in my heart.

Gojo Satoru likes himself very much, it seems.

I like Gojo Satoru very much... I don't know, if she just likes Gojo Satoru, she really likes Gojo Satoru, more than anyone she likes before, but will this kind of liking make people have such a psychology?She didn't think that way about anyone else.

The relationship is very good... It seems that this answer is more accurate, but subconsciously wants to cross this answer out in her heart, with a confusion that she herself is at a loss.

In the end, I struggled with the options back to the above two. Gojo Satoru likes me very much, and I like Gojo Satoru very much.

With the milk tea in her habit, Ling Yao unconsciously drank it one sip after another, just sitting quietly and lost in thought.

Until the others packed up and returned to the lounge.

Before opening the door, I heard the voices of Aomine Daiki and Kise Ryota arguing.

Aomine Daiki said: "Obviously your math grades are also bad, what right do you have to accuse me of not being serious along with Akashi?"

Kise Ryota explained firmly: "I rank higher than you!"

Aomine Daiki: "I am fifth from last, and you are seventh from last?"

Kise Ryota: "That's also higher than your ranking!"

The two seemed to argue all the way over this.

Shintaro Midorima interrupted them expressionlessly: "In my opinion, both the bottom five and the bottom seven are disgraceful to the basketball club."

Aomine Daiki immediately retorted: "We are a sports club, not a math club, why would we embarrass the basketball club with poor grades?"

Midorima Shintaro adjusted his glasses, and said calmly: "The basketball club is a powerful club in Teiko Middle School, and every session is the most eye-catching club in middle school competitions, so the names of the players have always been known by all schools. During Zhou’s game, the opponents mocked us for having strong limbs and only being able to play basketball, especially you, Qingfeng, they pointed at you.”

"..."

Aomine Daiki obviously remembered this incident, and immediately got excited.

He put his schoolbag heavily on the table, pulled the chair away, and looked back at Kise Ryota, "Hurry up, Kise, do you still want to be laughed at by your opponent in next week's game!"

Kise Ryota was also very unconvinced, immediately opened the homework book, and said, "The final exam must make them look good!"

Aomine Daiki was very satisfied, "That's right! Let those rookies know that we are not only strong in basketball, but also in mathematics, and they can't even beat Kuroshio Kingdom!"

Kise Ryota: "That's right!"

Looking at this scene, Momoi Wuyue was speechless, "It's good if you have this awareness..."

Akashi Seijuro and Midorima Shintaro are in charge of Aomine Daiki and Kise Ryota, and Momoi Itsuki is in charge of the bell ringing. If you encounter troublesome problems, just ask the two of them, and they will solve them quickly.

After finishing the homework, I went through the topics in the exercise book from beginning to end.

Momoi Wuyue looked at the correct rate in the homework book, and was surprised, "Your previous homework correct rate was very high, and you also did the questions just mentioned before, why did you say you couldn't just now?"

Ling Yao felt guilty.

Because Gojo Satoru had written all the previous homework for her.

She was embarrassed to say it, but she didn't want to lie, so she kept silent.

Fortunately, Momoi Wuyue didn't pay attention to it and told her one question after another.

Akashi Seijuro made plans in advance, and now there are still about ten days before the final exam, and the tasks are arranged every day. On the eve of the final exam, he can just review the content of the whole semester.

At the end of today's review, the sunset outside had almost set, and Ling Yao followed everyone to the direction of the station.

Finally, the math review is over, and everyone's chat content is back to basketball.

Ling Yao half understood, and couldn't get into the topic.

Only Huang Lai Ryota walked in the back, seeing her silent and silent, he took the initiative to talk to her: "Is Ling Yao's math grades not good?"

Ling Yao looked up, hummed, "I didn't understand a little bit in class."

Kise Ryota gave her a smile, "Don't worry, Akashi and Midorima's grades are very good, and Momoi is too. There must be no problem with the final exam. I am very tired from studying today. Go back and rest early."

"……Um."

Ling Yao really wanted to go back and rest early, but after she went back, the King of Gold would arrange for her...recite and silently write.

Originally, she wanted to get away with it, but when she lay down after taking a shower, took out her mobile phone, and started downloading the Kuroshio Kingdom.

The non-time courtyard of the rabbit mask appeared.

She knocked on the door silently, and after she opened the door, she walked into the study calmly, took out the books to be recited today, opened the passages to be recited, and put them in front of her.

Although Fei Shiyuan didn't speak, this silent expression made Ling Yao understand what it meant.

Just finished the devastation of mathematics, at this time the bell is particularly broken.

She raised her eyes and asked in a low voice: "...Can I not recite it?"

Rabbit Mask shook his head.

Although he didn't make a sound, his attitude was very firm.

Ling Yao took the book, "Okay..."

The rabbit mask left, and when he left, he closed the door for her intimately.

Ling Yao opened the book and looked at the page to be recited, it seemed... there wasn't much to recite today.

within an acceptable range.

Ling Yao heaved a sigh of relief.

However, after two hours, Ling Yao felt that she was happy too early.

Although the paragraph was not long, she couldn't understand what it meant at all, so she memorized it dryly, then turned around and forgot it again, so she forgot it repeatedly, and even after two hours of memorizing it, she still didn't finish it.

The rabbit mask came to check on her reciting progress, saw that she was really reciting seriously, and left again.

When Gojo Satoru called, Ling Yao was in the painful struggle of memorizing and forgetting, forgetting and memorizing again.

He seemed weak even when he was on the phone, "...Hello."

The phone casually pressed the connect button and put it aside, so she didn't notice that the call from Gojo Satoru was a video call.

From Gojo Satoru's perspective, one can see half of Ling Yao's depressed face.

She couldn't memorize it, so she started to copy it by hand, hoping to enhance her memory through copying. At this time, the handwriting on the paper was a little weak, and she was in a very depressed state.

"It's rare, why are you still studying so late?"

Gojo Satoru's voice came from the loudspeaker, with a little smile, and it didn't seem like a good thing to say.

Gojo Satoru's already depressed mood was doubled in Gojo Satoru's laughter, she raised her eyes and said, "I..."

As a result, he saw Wujo Satoru in the camera at a glance.

He got very close, and in the lens was his magnified face, under the fine white hair, his blue eyes were as bright as the sea of ​​stars.

And... In the zoomed-out lens, there is his own face.

Ling Yao's eyes widened immediately, and she quickly covered the camera on her side, stumbled and stumbled for a long time before saying, "Why are you using a video!"

Gojo Satoru's tone sounded particularly innocent: "Why not open the video?"

Ling Yao tightly covered the camera, "Isn't it good to make a phone call..."

Gojo Satoru laughed, and the loud volume in the empty room was as clear as if he was beside her. His drawn-out tone was taken for granted: "Of course it's not good, I haven't seen you for a few days—"

Ling Yao covered the camera with her hand, blocking her face that was getting hotter.

She stabilized her heartbeat on the other end of the phone, and tried to calmly say: "You, are you busy on a business trip? Why do you always send me messages when you are free, and call me when you are still free."

"Busy, of course." He smiled.

Ling Yao was about to speak.

He added: "Isn't this busy? Let's come and see the kids doing their homework and relax."

The bell rang: "..."

She was very depressed, "Did you come to see my joke?"

Gojo Satoru was noncommittal, and smiled lazily, "How is it, have you finished your math homework for today?"

He said it as if he cared about himself, but there was a sneer in every word.

The undertones of that laughter seemed to be saying.

Stupid, it depends on what you do without me, don't hurry up and beg me.

Ling Yao snorted, and said with backbone: "Of course it's finished."

"Oh——" Gojo Satoru couldn't tell whether he was happy or not, and he said unhurriedly, "Show me, okay?"

Ling Yao felt that it was time to prove herself, so she proudly agreed, "Yes."

So she took her hand off and turned to look for her homework.

She unzipped her schoolbag and took the homework out of the bag.

I turned the page and found the page for tonight's homework.

Spread it out, then turned to face the phone, put the homework book in front of the camera and shook it.

Her crooked and smiling eyes showed a little pride, "Look, I wrote it all down."

"Ah, I see, I see, it's really good." He replied lazily, as if perfunctory, and couldn't hear the slightest hint of praising her for being so good.

Ling Yao felt that his behavior was really dampening his enthusiasm. It was what he said he wanted to watch, but he didn't care so much after showing it to him.

She was about to reason.

But in the camera, Wu Tiaowu's eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He propped his chin with one hand, held a lollipop in his mouth, and his eyelashes drooped lazily, casting shadows on his eyelids.

The small sunglasses also collapsed to the tip of his nose, and his expression was idle, but his blue eyes were staring at her.

Straightforward yet ambiguous.

Ling Yao was immediately looked at by him a little uncomfortable, still holding homework in his hand, and asked: "...What are you doing?"

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, smiled erratically, and said naturally, "Look at you."

"..."

"........."

Ling Yao held the homework tightly, tried hard to say calmly: "Don't you want to read the homework?"

He smiled, his tone was lazy, and he didn't even bother to be perfunctory, "I don't say that, why would you take your hands away from the camera?"

"..." Ling Yao felt that she had been cheated, and she covered the camera again.

Gojo Satoru's voice came from the phone, "Take it away."

The bell shook more vigorously, "I won't take it away."

He: "Be obedient."

"..." Ling Yao shook her hand, and just about to move it away, she covered it back again, "Why should I listen to you, I won't move it away."

Gojo Gojo chuckled and clicked his tongue lightly, becoming interested, "Why do you like to fight against me so much today? Just because I didn't promise you to write your math homework? Do you have any opinions on me?"

Ling Yao said honestly: "No."

But obviously Gojo Satoru didn't listen to her honesty.

He continued: "Originally your academic performance is so poor, you should work harder and think more. If you have questions that you can't do, I can teach you and let me do homework for you. In this way, won't you still do poorly in the exam?" ?”

"..."

The academic performance is so poor.

The test is still bad.

These few words completely touched Ling Yao's heartache, and she immediately felt that Wu Tiaowu's words were too much, leaving her no dignity at all.

Even the camera thing seemed less important.

She put down her hand covering the camera in frustration, turned her head dejectedly, and stopped looking at him.

Gojo Satoru noticed it, and was at a loss. He didn't know why Ling Yao suddenly became unhappy, and asked, "Did I say something wrong again?"

"..."

Ling Yao pursed her lips, and when she looked over again, she suddenly remembered the question she had been struggling with when she was in the basketball club lounge.

She felt that she should have figured out the answer.

After a pause, she said slowly, "Sure enough, you don't like me."

So she likes Wujo Satoru very much?

Forget it, it may be the third answer, because they have a good relationship, they have such an idea.

After she figured it out, she didn't have so much psychological burden anymore. She packed up her homework and planned to continue memorizing it.

"........."

"..."

Gojo Satoru on the other end of the phone was too quiet.

It took a long time for Ling Yao to realize that Gojo Satoru hadn't spoken for a long time, and she turned her head to look over again.

As a result, Gojo Satoru ran into Wujo's deep gaze at a glance, his eyelashes slightly raised, and his pupils were as expensive as gemstones, cold blue.

Ling Yao felt guilty when he saw him like this, "You...why are you looking at me like this again?"

Gojo Satoru laughed, the meaning was unclear, and there was a bit of indifference.

He turned off the camera.

In the call interface, there is only a black screen left.

But the phone has not been hung up yet, and his voice, in the indifferent laziness, has a bit of indifference that makes her worry, "Stupid child without conscience."

"...Me." She only had time to say one word.

call ended.

After the phone was hung up, the interface returned to the original screen, and the room became quiet, except for the mechanical sound of the ticking clock on the wall.

The fuselage is slightly hot, showing that there was indeed a phone call just now.