The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

"..."

Ling Yao looked at the call in the phone call log, the body of the phone was still slightly warm, and the last picture that appeared in her mind.

It was Gojo Gojo's indifferent eyes.

He has always looked lazy, and when he occasionally becomes focused, it seems that he doesn't pay attention to anything, and his whole person reveals a feeling of wanton publicity.

Rarely, very rarely, I have seen his brows and eyes are cold, and even the ostentatious smile at the corner of his eyes is restrained.

Such Wujo Satoru made her very uneasy.

The call back button was there, and her fingertips hovered over it, but she didn't press it for a long time.

……never mind.

Let's memorize the passage first, and then go to him after memorizing, otherwise she won't be able to concentrate at all if she keeps talking to him.

Before ten o'clock, Ling Yao finally memorized it in a daze.

She went to the front yard and knocked on the door of the King of Gold, stumbled and recited the text.

I thought I could leave after I finished memorizing.

But the King of Gold continued to explain, explaining the paragraph she just memorized from beginning to end.

Very detailed and very hypnotic.

Hypnosis is hypnosis, but Ling Ying is not sleepy at all, on the contrary, she has been thinking about another thing.

He was also absent-minded.

This kind of absent-mindedness was quickly discovered by the King of Gold, his old voice suppressed his majesty, "The bell rings, you must stay focused."

Ling Yao knew she was wrong, and hummed, "I'm sorry..."

The King of Gold also said: "Having you memorize these things is not simply adding tasks to you. You have to understand them, keep them in your heart, and become part of your beliefs, subtly allowing you to establish a good personality."

Originally, it was just a paragraph of explanation, but because of her distraction and absent-mindedness, she added another lecture.

It was late until the bell came out from the courtyard of the King of Gold.

It was nearly eleven o'clock when we got back to the room.

She took a quick shower and went back to her room to pick up her phone without even drying her hair.

Heart beating fast.

Call Gojo Satoru back.

In the past, he always answered Wujo Satoru's calls very quickly, so he always gave her the illusion that he was not very busy. The same was true for messages, and he always replied to her as soon as possible.

But this time,... I don't know if it really made him unhappy.

The phone rang for a long, long time.

No one answered.

Until the phone rang for too long, it automatically hung up.

Her hair was not completely dried, and she was in a hurry to make a phone call, so she hurriedly dried her hair and went back to the bedroom.

The tip of the hair is still a little wet, and from time to time, there will be small and small droplets of water that gather. In summer, the spacious nightgown exposes the neck and collarbone, and the water drops fall on the skin, giving it a slight coolness.

Ling Yao looked at the phone that hadn't dialed.

After a long time, she put down the phone.

Touching her still wet hair, she returned to the bathroom, she had nothing to worry about, and this time she dried her hair a lot slower.

After her hair was completely dried, Ling Yao came out of the bathroom and returned to her room.

She simply packed her schoolbag, and was going to lie back on the bed to sleep. She was very tired this day, and she had math tutoring and reciting passages. She was really too tired.

After turning off the lights, in the quiet room, the humming sound was particularly obvious in the amplified hearing.

It seems to be thinking of something.

Ling Yao sat up suddenly, looking for her phone by the bed.

After searching for a long time, I couldn't find it.

The quilt was lifted, no.

Move the pillow away, no.

The buzzing sound continued, and the more the bell was looking, the more anxious it became.

Finally, the hum of the vibrations stopped.

Ling Yao still couldn't find the phone.

When the phone was hung up, a prompt window popped up on the screen of the phone, and the screen lit up accordingly, a beam of dim light in the dark room, which was obvious.

on the desk.

Ling Yao quickly trotted over and saw that she had missed the call.

——Grow up quickly, stupid kid.

It was the note that Gojo Satoru changed his number the night before his business trip.

Seeing this line of words, I couldn't help thinking of his face, his smile, his warm fingertips, his reliable embrace, and... the last cold gaze of this night.

She didn't have time to think about it, and pressed the callback button without hesitation.

This time, Gojo Satoru answered quickly.

She quickly brought the phone to her ear.

In the receiver, Gojo Satoru's voice came just right, low and a little tired, "It's so late, why are you calling, disturbing my sleep?"

He asked casually.

It seemed like he was just asking casually, as if he didn't care about what happened before.

Ling Yao rested her hand on the edge of the table without moving, and answered him quietly: "I just finished reciting..."

"Huh? What are you talking about? Louder, I can't hear you." His tone was still lazy.

Like on purpose.

But Ling Yao didn't want to argue with him now whether he did it on purpose, she repeated it again, and added some more: "I'm sorry... I just wanted to call you, but I haven't finished reciting it yet, I was thinking I'll call you back when I finish reciting, otherwise I won't be able to concentrate."

"Did I really disturb your sleep?"

The last sentence is a bit cautious.

Gojo Satoru laughed, dragging his voice, "See for yourself what time is it, do you think you have disturbed my sleep? Isn't this asking knowingly?"

"..."

"........."

The little girl held back for a long time before saying in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry."

"Then I will recite it faster next time." She added.

"Why do you memorize it faster next time? How does it sound like it means that you will call me next time after memorizing the book?" Gojo Satoru raised his chin, and his lazy voice seemed a little more interested. He smiled and said, "I still don't admit it, obviously I miss me very much."

"..." Ling Yao felt that she still needed to explain, "It's not that I miss you, I just think that you seem to have a little..."

Ling Yao spoke halfway and did not continue.

Like not knowing whether to say it or not.

Gojo Satoru: "What do I have?"

"..."

Gojo Satoru: "?"

The bell rang for a while, then straightened out her words, and said bluntly, "I think you can't leave me a little bit."

Gojo Satoru: "???"

Seeing that Gojo Satoru didn't make a sound, that probably meant she didn't object. She was a little more courageous, and she continued: "You said you were busy on business trips, but you always send me messages and call me when you are free. I still want the video... I can't think of any other reason. I think you can't leave me. After hanging up the phone just now, I think I should call you back. You are very good to me, and I should give back Hello."

There was still no sound on the other end of the phone.

Because of the distance and the video was not turned on, I couldn't see Gojo Satoru's expression and reaction at this time, so I don't know what he was thinking.

Fortunately, there was no silence for too long, Gojo Gojo let out a chuckle.

The laughter gradually became unstoppable, and he laughed so happily that he even answered her with an uncontrollable laughter, "What should I do, Ling Yao? Do you think I'm sick? Yours?" Can that ability save you?"

Ling Yao was stunned, "Is this a disease?"

"Who knows, I feel very serious. You see, when I see you, my heart beats very fast. When I can't see you, I miss you when I am busy, want to listen to you, and want to see you the way you look. Isn't that weird? Is that how you look when you're normal?"

There was a laugh in his tone, his usual laugh, a half-joking nonchalant laugh.

But it sounded like he was serious.

Ling Yao couldn't tell whether he was joking or serious, so she didn't answer for a while.

Gojo Satoru on the other end of the phone urged me, "Ring ring ring ring ring ring—answer me quickly."

Ling Yao staggered and answered slowly, "Yes, right."

"Oh, then you see I'm seriously ill, you can't just ignore me, can you?" He continued.

Ling shook in a muffled voice, "How can I save you? I haven't seen this kind of disease before..."

Gojo Satoru continued, "Only by seeing him can he be saved?"

Ling Yao: "No, that's right, I just don't understand, I don't know if this disease is serious or not, and I don't know if it's within the scope of my treatment..."

"It doesn't matter if you know it or not, you'll know if you try it?"

"But you're not here now...don't you have three days to come back?"

"Oh—" Gojo Satoru responded with a drawn out voice.

No more talking.

It was quiet on the phone.

I didn't know what he was doing, and the phone didn't hang up.

It was so quiet that there was only the ticking sound of the clock on the wall passing by.

"Enlightenment?" Ling Yao called tentatively.

He quickly agreed, "Yes, yes."

Ling Yao: "Why don't you speak?"

He answered solemnly, "Look up how to cure the disease on the Internet. I don't want to die so early at a young age."

Ling Yao believed it was true, "Then did you find out?"

"I checked it, but I don't know if it's useful."

Ling Yao: "If it's useful, try it first, isn't that what you said just now?"

Gojo Satoru laughed, "But you need other people's help. It is said on the Internet that this is a mental illness, and it can only be cured by others' enlightenment."

Ling Yao seemed to sense what Gojo Wutiao was referring to, "You said you need someone to enlighten you... Do you want to ask me?"

"Xiao Lingyao won't be willing to save me, will she?"

"Then tell me... how can I enlighten you."

"What is said on the Internet is—" His tone was laughing, frivolous and undisciplined, "you need to communicate more with patients and keep a happy mood. When dealing with patients with this disease, you must always pay attention to the other party's emotions. Ann, you should say good night before going to bed. When you encounter interesting and happy things, you must share them with the other party in time to let the other party know that there are many interesting things in the world. You should also share your smile and send smiling photos to the other party , let the other person be infected by a smile, music can relieve emotions, so it is best to sing a song before going to bed to relieve stress."

He crackled and said a lot, and it sounded like a thing.

Ling Yao felt that these were not difficult things, and it was similar to what the doctors on the health channel watched by the King of Gold said, so she didn't notice anything wrong.

She agreed, "Then I will send you text messages in the morning and evening, share interesting things with you, and send you smiling photos. But, if you sing...do you really want to listen?"

Gojo Gojo repeatedly agreed, "Of course."

Ling Yao was a little embarrassed, feeling her cheeks flushed, "But I've never sung in front of others..."

"That's it." His tone was flat, and he couldn't tell whether it was regret or what.

Ling Yao felt guilty, "...um."

He immediately laughed foolishly, "Then you can treat it as if it's for me and let me live longer, okay?"

"…………"

Ling shook his lips, but said nothing.

On the other end of the phone, Gojo Satoru didn't urge her, just kept silent.

Struggling between his shame and Gojo Satoru, he thought of what Momoi Itsuki said to himself in the basketball club lounge.

——"It's because it doesn't matter. Anyway, no matter what it is, it means that the other party is very important to you, and it's enough to repay the other party's pampering to you."

Yes, to give back.

Gojo Satoru wanted to give back for his indulgence.

Moreover, saving people was originally her duty.

Ling Yao hummed, "I promise you."

Then, she heard Gojo Satoru smile inexplicably, "Then it's settled? ——Let's start tomorrow, and today I will suffer by myself first. You are quite tired from studying today, so go to bed early."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, the room returned to silence.

Ling Yao was holding her slightly warm mobile phone, standing next to the table in the center of the room. It was not yet midsummer, and the temperature after nightfall was not too hot. The hem of the loose nightdress covered her calves empty. When the wind blew, her skin felt a little cool.

She stood for a while.

I always feel... something is wrong.

She went back to bed and lay down, in the darkness, she looked at the ceiling.

I belatedly remembered that when I hung up the phone before, Gojo Satoru seemed unhappy, so she made a second call, but in this second call, Gojo Satoru seemed unhappy.

Not only was he unhappy, but he also actively asked her to help treat his illness, so did this make him unhappy...