The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

The game has already started.

Ling Yao looked at her game character bouncing on the bumpy map. She held the game controller and followed the operation taught by Ryota Kase in the previous game, moving forward with difficulty and avoiding obstacles.

However, with the experience of the first game, Ling Yao became much more proficient, and it was not so blunt to hide some obstacles.

Gojo Satoru stood behind her, his voice came from above her head, close to her ear.

Different from the bluffing tone of Kise Ryota's assistant teacher who played with her, Wujo Wujoyan was much more concise, his tone was flat and he didn't talk much.

But every sound of his fell firmly in his ears.

The distance is much closer than when Kise Ryota was beside him.

She focused on playing until she died repeatedly in a certain level, and she couldn't jump through it no matter what.

When I played here before, Kise Ryota taught her everything by hand. I told her in advance that here I have to jump, here I have to squat, and here I have to change props. , In this way, it took several attempts to cross over.

When it came to Wujo Wu, Wujo Wu unexpectedly!Do not remind!she!

Ling Yao failed to pass the level for the nth time, turned her head, and planned to ask Gojo Satoru for help: "Didn't you say you want to help me get the first place..."

She turned her head.

The tip of his nose brushed Gojo Satoru's cheek.

Very light, rubbing the slightly hot breath, caught off guard.

When she spoke, her lips opened and closed, lightly touching his cheek.

Ling Yao's hand holding the game controller trembled slightly, and subconsciously dodged back suddenly, forgetting that she was still sitting on the game console, and there was no backrest on the seat.

Her sudden movement brought her down, and she was about to fall to the ground.

Gojo Satoru's hand covered her back, stabilizing her back that was about to fall.

The eyelids swept over thinly, under the thick and thick eyelashes, the eyes were pure blue, and he chuckled, "No, how can you fall down even if you play a game?"

After Ling Yao was supported by him, the center of gravity of her body also stabilized.

She sat down again, held the game controller, turned back to face the game screen, avoiding his sight, "... just accidentally."

"Oh." Gojo Satoru stood behind her and pointed to the screen: "Be more focused, this is the first time and I can't get through it."

Speaking of this, Ling Yao felt a little wronged.

When Kise Ryota taught her to play just now, she taught her with all her heart. She had only played the second round, and she couldn't even tell which obstacles were for the time being.

Gojo Satoru also said to help her take the first place...but it was so perfunctory, it didn't look like he wanted her to win at all.

Moreover, he actually said, concentrate on it.

Is this a problem of her concentration... She just can't, she really tried her best.

She held the game controller, looked at the picture on the screen, and let herself fall into the lake for the nth time.

I returned to the starting point in a dispirited mood, and I didn't have so much fun playing.

Especially Qingfeng Dahui yelled triumphantly: "The bell rings too slowly! It seems that it's my turn to win this game hahaha!!"

"Huise!! Why are you so slow in this round? You're not letting the water go! Since you're letting the water go, I won't hesitate to take the first place in this round!"

"..."

Ling Yao became even more unhappy, the corners of her mouth drooped, and the game controller she was holding didn't bother to do extra struggles, and she was a little dejected.

At this time, she heard Gojo Satoru bent over and whispered in her ear, "Aren't you happy?"

There was a schadenfreude in his tone of voice.

As if deliberately watching her jokes.

Originally, she just felt a little wronged, but she was really upset when she heard Gojo Satoru's ridicule.

Turned around sharply.

So, once again, it caught Gojo Satoru's face unexpectedly.

This time she didn't subconsciously back and fall because of nervousness.

But Gojo Satoru didn't intend to let her get away with it.

He glanced over, his blue eyes were under the small sunglasses, and he looked at her with a half-smile, "There's no need to secretly kiss me twice, right?"

"..."

Ling Yao clenched the fingers holding the game controller tightly, she braced her back, answered very stiffly, and said bluntly with the unsatisfactory unhappiness just now: "I didn't kiss you secretly, it's because you were too close to me .”

"That's it." He blinked his eyes, and said as a matter of course, "That means I want to be kissed by you, okay?"

"..." Ling Yao turned her head back in a tense heartbeat, and stopped looking at him.

After a long while, he abruptly changed the subject and said, "You don't mean what you say."

Gojo Satoru said in an innocent tone: "Is there?"

"Of course." Ling Yao said, "You said you would help me get the first place."

As soon as I uttered this sentence, I looked at the lake where I didn’t know how many times I fell, thinking that not only did Gojo Satoru not help me, but he was even worse than Kise Ryota telling her what to do...

When she spoke again, the little girl held back her grievance in a soft voice, "You said you would help me."

"..."

I haven't heard Gojo Satoru's voice for a long time.

Until, she heard a chuckle from above her head, the meaning was unknown, she didn't know if he was laughing at her again, or thought she was funny.

But she thought that when she turned her head twice just now, she met Gojo Satoru's face, so she resisted not looking back at him.

Then, the side of his face was warm, and it was his slow breathing.

Gojo Satoru's voice also came from beside his ears, "So it's because of this that I'm unhappy."

It was very close, so his voice was a little low. In the noisy video game city, every syllable seemed to fall on her eardrum.

He bent down and put his head next to hers.

His chin wasn't resting on her shoulder, it was just close together.

Hands circled from her sides, one left and one right holding the game controller in her hand.

Of course, including her hands.

His palm was wide and warm, he wrapped her hand in it, his knuckles were touching, and the intimate touch clearly conveyed the temperature of his palm.

She was sitting on the game console, as if being embraced by him from behind.

Although, apart from the hand holding the same gamepad, there is no contact with other parts of the body.

But in the overwhelming breath, it is all the breath named Wujo Wu.

She held the game controller stiffly, and she laughed foolishly and without sincerity when she heard Gojo Gojo's voice close to her ears: "Blame me, blame me."

While talking, he raised his eyes to the screen.

From the corner of the eye, it was his profile in the light cast by the screen, clear and shallow like a river of stars, with a thin chin, high nose bridge, and raised lips.

She thought that her peripheral vision would not be discovered, so she peeked without any scruples.

But in the next second, Gojo Satoru looked sideways at her, and met her vision from the corner of his eye.

He froze for a moment, then smiled, his already good-looking eyebrows immediately raised, and his smile was out of shape, "Peeping at me?"

"..." She retracted her neck.

I couldn't see his expression anymore, but his voice was still close to my ears, too close to be ignored, he said relentlessly, "Stop talking?"

He looked back at the game screen, with his palm wrapped around her hand, controlling the game controller in her hand.

When the knuckles pressed the buttons, the fingers pressed against her skin.

He looked at the game screen, and the characters in the game took off and squatted under his control, with ease, and soon reached the area where she was repeatedly stuck, while he was talking to her: "I said so, Your reaction is pretty easy to guess, because you can't lie, so keeping silent means not denying it."

The bell rang: "..."

He laughed, the corners of his lips curled into an arc that understood everything, and his tone of voice also carried a light smile, and he said it naturally: "So, anyway, even if you keep silent, I will know what it means. How about—"

This second of pause.

He operated the game character, jumped out of the area where she had been stuck just now, and safely entered the next terrain.

What is shining brightly on the screen is the special effect of switching scenes.

His soft chuckle continued at this moment: "—to put it bluntly, you are just peeping at me."

"I won't blame you." He said, "On the contrary, if you simply tell me that you are peeping at me, I might win another game with you as soon as I am happy."

"..."

"Ah, that's right." He said again, with the corners of his lips curled up, still looking at the interface in the game, "Did Kise Ryota not teach you that this game can kill enemies?"

"I'll teach you this." He looked down, "I said I would help you get the first place, and I didn't intend to let it go. I just explain it here, so as not to have a stupid kid accuse me of being mean."

The faint light from the screen illuminated his face, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved, which was extraordinarily beautiful.

In the dimly lit video game city, under the occasional flashes of brilliant light, his silver-white light-colored hair, like threads woven of silver threads, shimmered slightly in the bright light.

Under the broken hair, there are blue eyes.

Ling Yao froze in the small space surrounded by his body, his breath, ears, and palms were all the temperature of Gojo Satoru.

Especially for his seemingly nasty words, Ling Yao didn't know how to answer them.

However, Gojo Satoru didn't seem to intend to wait for her to answer.

Because he was already holding her hand, controlling the game controller, and leading her game character to run straight to a ruin in the center of the map.

Unlike the first half of the time when he just watched her play, and even the command was concise, it seems that his game has just begun.

His fingers could feel his knuckle movements when controlling the game controller. His hand speed was very fast, and he obviously put away his previous look of watching with cold eyes.

He curled his lips in his ear and said, "Do you see a map in the upper right corner?"

Ling Yao: "...um."

He smiled slightly, "What's going on, why is your voice so low? I can't hear you—"

"..." Ling Yao secretly took a deep breath, stabilized her breath, raised her voice a little, and said calmly, "I saw it."

"That map shows the positions of the other two competitors. The blue one is Aomine Daiki, and the red one is Kise Ryota. Now, both of them are in front of you."

On the palm, his operation speed became faster.

The corners of his lips were bent, and his voice was still carefree, "That is to say, they are all within your forward range, and you can shoot them down, so they have to stop."

"like this--"

The palm wrapped around her right hand was pinching the game controller, and her fingers sped up a little bit, and then she saw her character and Aomine Daiki quickly getting closer.

Then, she heard Qingfeng Dahui shouting, "What the hell!!! Who hit me!! I climbed this mountain with great difficulty! I just fell off!"

Gojo Satoru laughed out loud, without raising his eyes, and continued, "Now, Aomine Daiki is going to climb the mountain again. Let's go forward now, and pass through here. It's a small road with many obstacles. After passing this There's only one way to get him out of the way."

As soon as he finished speaking, the screen cut to the path with many obstacles.

Obstacles are real, many, many.

Ling Yao looked dizzy at a glance.

She said, "Why haven't I seen this road just now?"

"Kise Ryo knows that it is too difficult for you, so I asked you to take a longer route. But you have already fallen a lot of distance in front of you. If you want to turn defeat into victory, you have to go here." He said lightly .

Kise Ryota next to him had obviously figured out where Ling Yao was about to go from the indicator on the small map, and he couldn't help worrying and said: "Ling Yao don't go here, this road is a famous hell mode, just Even Qingfeng and I dare not go easily!!"

He focused on the game operation, so he kept looking at the game console screen without turning his head. He didn't know that Ling Yao had already changed hands to play.

He thought that the bell was still playing, and he was afraid that she would get lost and choose the direction randomly, so he reminded her like this.

Then, in the next moment, he went to the small map, the yellow icon representing the bell, and rushed forward unimpeded in the famous hell passage.

To be honest, Ling Yao was also dumbfounded.

She has never been on this road before, nor has she personally felt how hell it is, but the picture in front of her eyes is dazzling, she only sees obstacles that she can't identify in the sky, and her brain has not yet realized what obstacles are there Gojo Satoru had already manipulated her character to dodge quickly.

The whole picture was dazzing and fast, and she was dizzy from seeing it.

That path, known as Hell Mode, was quickly left behind.

When looking at the mini-map again, Aomine Daiki and Kise Ryota had already been left far behind.

Ling Yao stared blankly and turned her head.

This time Gojo Satoru didn't stick too close, and the tip of his nose didn't touch his face.

In the close sight, he raised his eyes and looked at the screen, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, his brows and eyes were naturally indifferent and flamboyant, which appeared extraordinarily careless in his laziness.

The picture on the screen flickers on and off.

It fell on his side face, like meteors falling from time to time, illuminating his already dazzling eyes.

In less than half a minute, the sound of victory music sounded in the game console.

It was deafening, announcing this victory, vigorously.

Gojo Satoru put down the game controller, let go of her hand, and when he was about to stand up straight, he noticed her gaze.

Followed her gaze and looked over.

Meet her quiet eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, then he bent his eyes and smiled, his tone was still sloppy, and he teased a little viciously: "What's the matter, are you peeking at me again?"

This time the answer was not silence.

But -

"Ah."

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, wondering if he heard it wrong, "What?"

Ling Yao held the game controller with her fingers, and her palm was wet with hot sweat. She still looked at him quietly, "I said, I admit, I was looking at you."