The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

After Ling Yao came out of school, she took the car home.

At the station, I met a male classmate in the same class, and greeted Ling Yao proactively, asking, "Did today's exam go well?"

Ling Yao is not very good at dealing with people, so she replied in a well-mannered manner: "Well, it's okay."

The male classmate smiled again and said, "I often met you at the station before, is your home also in this direction?"

The bell shook: "Yes."

Male student: "Which line are you taking?"

"Line two."

"Ah, what a coincidence, I'm also on Line [-], so we can take the same ride later."

"……Um."

During the few minutes of waiting for the bus, the male classmate chatted with Ling Yao all the time.

Ling Yao is not very good at communication, she just answers what others ask.

Under normal circumstances, if others can't hold on to a few words, they will be speechless by her appearance of not being able to chat, and the chat will be dead soon.

But I don't know why, this male student kept looking for topics, and kept chatting without stopping.

The male classmate also talked about what to do after the exam. Ling Yao said that she had made an appointment with Wuyue Momoi to go to the video game city, but now someone at home was waiting for her, so it was a pity that she had to go next time.

Hearing this, the male student immediately said: "The video game city is very fun. I often go there. If you are afraid that going to the video game city by yourself is not fun, you can ask me out. I spend a lot of time in summer vacation."

Ling Yao was a little shaken, she had never been to the video game city, she was really embarrassed to go by herself, and she didn't know how to play it.

Moreover, this male classmate is very talkative, and his words are very comfortable. He is also a classmate and has contacts in normal times. She is a little moved by the proposal of the male classmate.

She hesitated: "But...would that bother you too much?"

The male classmate smiled, and at this time his eyes were erratic and he didn't dare to look at her, "Of course it won't be troublesome, I like classmate Ling very much."

Ling Yao was slightly taken aback, she was more sensitive to the word liking than before, probably because she had come into contact with more people and things, and gradually realized that there are many kinds of liking, and liking spoken by the opposite sex has a very different meaning.

She was not sure what the male classmate meant, and asked, "Because we are classmates?"

The male classmate shook his head, then lowered his head slightly, with a bit of shyness on his cheeks, "No, it's just that I like you very much."

"..."

Seeing that Ling Yao didn't speak, he said worriedly: "Did I say this too suddenly and scared you? I'm sorry, in fact, I often talked to you before, helping you on duty, helping you move books, and buying books for you. Water, those... I thought you'd be more or less aware."

Ling Yao thought about it carefully, and what he said did indeed exist.

She doesn't have many friends, but whether it's Scepter4, Barbara, or friends from the basketball club, everyone takes good care of her, so she doesn't think too much about it, thinking that it's just a normal relationship between friends.

She shook the strap of her schoolbag shyly, "I'm sorry, I didn't think about that."

"Is that so..." The male student lost his expression and didn't speak any more.

Ling Yao thought that he felt that he was at a disadvantage, after all, he did buy water for her before, and even moved books for her.

She hurriedly found out her coin purse, and only took out a piece of money for the ride home, and handed the rest to the male classmate, "I don't know what you mean, I'm sorry, I can return it to you."

The male student was stunned for a long time, looked up at Ling Yao, touched his lips, and said in an unbelievable tone: "Do you think I want you to pay back the money?"

Ling Yao was confused, "Isn't it?"

He stared straight at her, and the fluctuation in his eyes almost made him cry, "It's just a few bottles of water, it doesn't cost that much money, and I don't need you to pay me back."

Ling Yao pinched the wallet, not knowing what to do.

Especially the other party's expression made her feel uneasy, as if no matter how much she said, she would not be able to satisfy the other party. This was the first time she had encountered such a situation.

She pinched her wallet at a loss and asked, "Then what do you need?"

He said, "Ling Yao, can't you like me too?"

"I……"

She wants to say that she actually likes him a lot, because he is very talkative, unlike other people who are chatted to death by her after a few words, he talks very interestingly and takes good care of her, she actually likes him He's easy to get along with.

However, she is no longer a child who just came to the ground and is completely ignorant of the world.

It's just like.

When she first met Gojo Satoru, she could still bluntly say that she liked Gojo Satoru very much.

But now I can't say it.

She gradually realized that the word liking has many differences and meanings. In front of different people, different likings will have different meanings. Saying it rashly will cause many misunderstandings.

After thinking about it, she really couldn't figure out what to say, so she could only say dryly, "I'm sorry."

The male student's expression became more depressed after saying this. He stared at the bell for a while, struggled and asked again: "Then what kind do you like? I can change it according to the type you like."

This question really stumped Ling Yao, she hadn't thought about it.

But the other party was fixedly looking at her, sincerely waiting for her answer, so she had to think seriously for a while.

Give an answer: "...with blue eyes?"

"..."

The male student was obviously shocked by this answer, "Even if you want to reject me, don't use such perfunctory reasons, okay? Blue eyes, do you like foreigners? Then what should I do? Can I be reincarnated?" Is it mixed blood?"

"..."

At first, Ling Yao really wanted to say that she was not being perfunctory, she really liked people with blue eyes, and she would have a good impression at first sight.

But to the expression of the male classmate who was about to cry.

She chose silence.

Then, the male student raised his eyes again and asked tentatively, "Dai Meitong, can you make do with it?"

"..."

Ling Yao choked, "Maybe...not very good."

The male classmate really couldn't accept it. He stared at her for a long time, and his eyes gradually became moist, "Even if you don't like me, you can find another reason that I can accept. I like blue eyes. How can I change this? It was born, how do you want me to change it?"

Seeing him sad like this, Ling Yao immediately felt guilty, she hurriedly explained: "You don't need to change, you are pretty good, you are a very good person, everyone likes to be friends with you, you are very good."

His voice was also choked with sobs, "I'm so good, you won't like me either."

"Let me ask one last time... what do you like? I can really change it."

Obviously he didn't believe what Ling Yao said that he liked blue eyes.

In his opinion, that kind of reason is to tell him not to wishful thinking tactfully.

Ling Yao didn't know why she went back to this question again, she had clearly stated the answer just now.

But when asked, she had to repeat honestly, "Blue-eyed."

"..."

The male student finally couldn't hold it anymore, tears fell, and said in a choked voice: "Ling Yao, there is no one like you who refuses others!"

After speaking, she ran away in the opposite direction wiping her tears.

Ling Yao stood there in a daze, half confused, half at a loss.

Did she say something wrong?

At this moment, the car that he had been waiting for drove up, and people around got on the car one after another. Ling Yao suddenly had an idea, he said that he was on the same car as her, and ran away suddenly because of this incident. Didn't you miss the car?

She raised her footsteps, ready to follow the flow of people getting on the bus.

At this moment, someone tapped on the top of her head, very lightly.

She subconsciously looked up.

In view was a tall, thin man.

Shoulder, neck, jaw, lips, bridge of the nose, small sunglasses, and finally, the eyes moved to the pair of blue eyes exposed outside the small sunglasses, and they were smiling a little at this time.

The moment he opened his mouth, there seemed to be a moment of silence in the noise of people coming and going, only his laughing voice: "What's going on, you made your classmates bully and cry?"

"..."

People around got into the car one after another.

Gradually, when it was time to stop, the driver closed the door and drove away.

There were fewer people waiting at the station, and the surrounding air became quieter.

Gojo Satoru leaned over, leaned in front of Ling Yao, and looked at her at the same level: "Why don't you say anything?"

"I see." He laughed.

The slightly raised voice is still the same lazily publicized, "I didn't expect to see me here, I'm so surprised, right? Isn't it a super big surprise?"

The corners of his eyes were raised, and he smiled to himself, "It's too early to be moved, and there will be more moved later. You won't be moved to tears by then, right?"

"..."

Ling Yao raised her eyes and finally responded, "I won't cry."

"Oh, I finally spoke." He put away the playful tone just now, and nodded his chin slightly in the direction where the male classmate ran away just now, "Why did you refuse just now, tell me again?"

Ling Yao reacted, "Have you overheard our conversation?"

Gojo Gojo snorted and said nonchalantly, "It's not called eavesdropping."

Ling Yao made it very clear, "You're just eavesdropping."

Gojo Satoru looked at her with downcast eyes, with a smile on his lips, and said flatly: "You guys didn't whisper anything, and I stood by, and I could hear it even if I didn't want to, how can this be called eavesdropping? "

Ling Yao was taken aback, "You were just beside me? Why didn't I see you?"

She questioned Wujo Satoru's statement.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, and said it very naturally: "I also want to ask, why didn't you see me after I stood by for so long?"

Lightly throwing the pot to Ling Yao.

The bell rang: "..."

She asked, "Then where were you standing just now, please show me."

Gojo Wujo smiled, "That's not bad, Xiaoling Yao, I'm still a little bit smart now, so I can't be fooled."

He casually pointed to a place next to the stop sign, "It's right here."

Ling Yao looked at the place only one meter away from her, and couldn't help but said, "Impossible, if you stand here, I can't fail to see you."

"really."

The bell rang: "?"

Gojo Gojo rolled his eyes and smiled, "It's true that he wasn't standing there."

Ling Yao snorted unhappily, "You're just eavesdropping."

Gojo Satoru smiled even brighter, "Then what should we do?"

Ling Yao said with a straight face: "You can't do this, it's wrong to eavesdrop on what others are saying."

"Okay." He agreed simply.

Then, he smiled at her with squinted eyes, "Then I won't eavesdrop, and I'll just ask you - why did you refuse just now, can you tell me again?"

His eyebrows and eyes were originally very good-looking, his skin was fair, and his nose was high. He had the kind of appearance that reveals a little frivolity when he smiles, very ostentatious.

The tails of the eyes are slightly raised following the arc of the smile, and the whole person is a little lazy, no matter what time he looks, he looks ostentatious, and the corners of the eyes and the brows are hard to ignore.

Ling Yao looked at those blue eyes, and clenched her knuckles tightly on the strap of her schoolbag.

After a long while, I finally spoke slowly with my throat choked: "Since you have heard it all, you don't need to ask me a second time, just don't eavesdrop in the future."

"That's it." He smiled.

Then, his eyes came close to her eyes, and he said confidently, "I didn't hear clearly."

"..."

Ling Yao clenched the schoolbag strap tightly.

In the breath of Gojo Satoru approaching, Xiao Xiaodi took a step back to distance himself from him, and then said slowly: "He asked me what type I like, and I can change it. I said, I like it. blue-eyed."

When I said this, I was a little afraid to look into his eyes.

"Like blue eyes," he repeated slowly.

Looking at her quietly, the curvature of the corners of her lips became more and more obvious.

He didn't say anything more.

But when the straight eyes touched his blue eyes, the bell rang and he reacted subconsciously. He didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or embarrassment. Hinting to you, I didn't think of you at the time, I... I really only thought of blue eyes."

There was silence for a while.

Gojo Satoru stood up straight, widening the height difference from her, looking down at her as if condescending.

He said lightly, "So, when you first met me, you said you liked me because I had blue eyes?"

Ling Yao thought for a while, and said seriously: "Actually... I also like white hair, but I just mentioned eyes, and he's about to cry. I'm afraid that if I talk about hair again, he won't be able to accept it even more."

"..."

After a long while, Gojo Wucai let out a snort of laughter, but the smile in the corner of his eyes was not very obvious.

At the station where the wind blows, during the delay of the basketball club, the rush hour after school had already been missed, and the car just now picked up a group of students returning home from school, so there was very little traffic at the station at this time.

He leaned back slightly, lazily leaning against the stop sign behind him.

The eyes looking down at her are thin blue, as captivating as jewels, but also as cold as jewels.

His eyes stayed on her, and after only one glance, he looked away.

When he looked over again, the corners of his lips relaxed, and he was a little playful, "So, I am your ideal type?"

Before she could answer, he continued:

"Then you do like me, Ling Yao."

"..."

"........."

The setting sun behind her was infinitely magnified in her tight breathing, and as it slowly fell, she was a little afraid to look into his eyes.

Inappropriately, she remembered that just now, the male classmate cried sadly after a few words from her, and she felt uneasy, but it was only uneasy.

Unlike at this moment, the sense of guilt spread from the bottom of my heart to the whole body, and it was difficult to even breathe.