The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

"Ring ring! Didn't you play it just now?"

Game over.

Aomine Daiki turned around.

Ling Yao looked at Wujo Wu with some guilt, then turned her head to look at Qingfeng Dahui again, and whispered, "I'm sorry... Wujo is behind."

Aomine Daihui showed such an expression, "Let me just say, how could you come back from being so far behind and turn defeat into victory."

He was about to insert coins, "Come again!"

Ling Yao: "...do you still want to play?"

Aomine Daiki was full of energy: "I have never lost to others! It is rare to have an opponent today, and I must win once!"

The bell rang: "..."

She turned her head and looked at Gojo Satoru: "Do you still want to play?"

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows: "You play or I play?"

The bell rang: "..."

"I don't know." She held the game controller.

Then, she saw Wujo Satoru stretched out his arm, picked up the game coin and threw it in, and pressed the start button.

The whole movement was crisp and neat, taking only a few seconds in total.

Huang Lailiang saw that Ling Yao and Qingfeng Dahui were ready, so he had no choice but to join the game, and said helplessly: "Little Qingfeng, don't compete too much, okay, Ling Yao is only new to this game, and she is still a novice."

Qingfeng Dahui heard it, and squinted over: "What are you talking about, Ling Yao is a novice, but the guy next to her is not. I was so ahead in the round just now, how did I lose, you forgot?"

Ling Yao didn't speak.

She raised her head and looked at Gojo Satoru who was standing beside her. He stood there lazily, with a slight smile on his lips, and he seemed a little cynical, as if he didn't take these things seriously.

After Kise Ryota also prepared, the game entered the countdown.

But Gojo Satoru didn't intend to do anything, and the bell confirmed in a low voice: "Should I still play?"

"—Huh?" Gojo Wu heard the words and looked down, smiled, and said as a matter of course: "Isn't it you who want to play?"

"I didn't say just now..."

"This game is no longer a challenge for me. I was playing with you today. If your friends are happy to make you happy, then I don't mind playing a few rounds with them. But since you like to play, of course It's for you to play."

He put it lightly.

A tone that couldn't be more casual and natural.

After finishing speaking, he lifted his chin and pointed the direction of the screen, "It's about to start, concentrate on it."

"or--"

He looked down, his brows and eyes were in the intermittent light, and his smile was unclear, "Do you also imagine this round as just now?"

"I..." Ling Yao opened his mouth.

Before Ling Yao could answer, Gojo Satoru had already leaned over, wrapped his arms around her sides, grabbed her hand very naturally, and controlled the game controller in her hand.

Covering her in his arms from behind, his chin lightly touched her shoulder, keeping him at eye level with her.

Because of this, the voice was close to his ears, and his tone was very helpless, but his smile didn't sound like helplessness at all, but a little bit of triumphant flamboyance, "I understand, you will win this round, don't worry—"

Ling Yao felt uncomfortable in the small space surrounded by his body, even her heartbeat was not smooth.

She choked her throat unnaturally, and said slowly after a long while: "I didn't mean that."

"Huh?" He looked at the screen and dealt with her casually, "I didn't hear what you said."

It's impossible not to hear clearly at such a close distance.

Although she knew he did it on purpose, Ling Yao couldn't help but said again, "I said... I didn't mean it."

I don't know why, when I said it the second time, I lost my confidence.

The game has already started. Although she is in a state of confusion, the progress of the game has not fallen at all.

Because Gojo Satoru had already taken over the game when he held her hand.

All she could do was stare blankly at the screen, and calmly digest the overwhelming aura named Gojo Satoru, as well as the warm breath he could feel when he got close.

and also.

When he spoke, there was a slight tremor from his chest to his throat.

With a nasty chuckle that he was looking for trouble, "What? Say it again, I still didn't hear it."

"..."

When I said it the second time, I didn't have much confidence.

The third time, let alone say it.

She turned her eyes slightly, and from the corner of her eye, she saw the profile of his profile, with raised eyebrows and eyes. This game was in his hands with ease, and his expression was indifferent, and he was not very focused.

He asked jokes knowingly, just like his lazy appearance at this time, as if he didn't care about anything, but he had a strong sense of presence.

I'm used to seeing his lazy and flamboyant disregard for everything, plus, being teased by him three times in a row.

Ling Yao suddenly had an untimely thought.

During the few seconds she was silently peeking at him.

Gojo Satoru was still staring directly at the screen in front of him. In the game interface, the character operations were smooth and fast, and the countless bumpy obstacles were like smooth roads in his hands.

He played without a challenge, and was even distracted to notice her every move.

Because, while manipulating the character to pass through the castle full of obstacles, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he said in a neutral tone: "I help you play the game, and you just peek at me? How can you learn it like this? You can’t ask me to help you play in the next game.”

After speaking, he glanced down at her.

The eyeballs returned to the game screen.

The characters in the game bounced around smoothly, leaving Aomine Daiki and Kise Ryota far behind.

That untimely thought popped up again.

Ling shook her fingers slightly, and turned her head in the next second.

Due to the close distance, his face was next to him, and when she turned her head, it was pressed against his side face. She moved slightly, and faced his ear in the microsecond before Gojo Satoru could react.

Super, loud, and loud, say: "So you can hear it!"

"—?"

Gojo Satoru shuddered, and his upper body quickly moved away.

Aomine Daiki on the side didn't know what was going on here, he was concentrating on the game, but seeing Gojo Satoru's character not moving in the game, he shouted very excitedly: "Hahaha why is this guy not moving! What a great opportunity! Look, I'll catch up right away!!"

"..."

Gojo Satoru swept the bell with his thin eyelids hanging down, his expression was very calm, and he didn't say a word.

In the noisy video game city, there are endless voices.

After receiving such a glance from him, Ling Yao felt inexplicably guilty of causing trouble, and quickly turned her head, avoiding her gaze, "That... playing a game, playing a game, and is about to be caught up by classmate Qingfeng, playing a game, playing a game."

"..."

Gojo Satoru was yelled at by her just now, and he reflexively leaned back to avoid it, and the game controller naturally got out of his control.

Ling Yao pressed the keys and operated the game bluntly.

She was not proficient at playing the level, and now the level has reached the later stage, which is difficult for her to master. Coupled with... a little nervousness after getting into trouble, her operation is extremely bad.

Not to mention walking out from this map, even the small steps in front of me have jumped countless times and failed to jump up.

But let's not talk about turning her head to Wujo Wu for help... It would be good if Wujo Wu didn't rub her head suddenly and violently later.

...Eh, by the way, Gojo Satoru won't rub her head hard to get revenge, right?

While thinking this way, the game controller in his hand was held again.

Gojo Satoru once again caged her from behind, held her hand, and continued the game in silence.

He could also feel the warm breath again in his ear, gently and shallowly, brushing over his earlobe, with the faint breath of his body.

But he didn't speak.

Ling Yao also felt a little... afraid to turn her head to look at him.

Just like that, the game ended in silence.

No.1 is Gojo Satoru again.

Aomine Daihui still yelled unconvinced: "I don't believe I can't win today!!!"

"Are you still playing?"

In the ear, five enlightenment questions.

This was the first sentence Gojo Satoru said to her after she got into trouble with a guilty conscience.

The tone was flat, without any waves.

There is no usual smile, no anger and dissatisfaction, and the calm makes people even more disturbed.

"...I," Ling Yao didn't dare to turn her head to look at him. After a while, she simply put the game controller back into the groove, said with her head buried in her head, "I won't play anymore."

"Then see what else you want to play." He replied calmly.

He reached out to get the bucket containing the game coins, and when he turned around, he glanced at her, Ling Yao quickly lowered his gaze, avoiding staring at her.

Then, he wrapped his arms around her and hooked her into his arms, not forgetting to say hello to Aomine Dahui and Huangse Ryota: "Ling Yao wants to play a different game."

"..."

"that."

His head was buried in Gojo Satoru's arms.

Ling Yao poked her head out in a low voice, "...I'm sorry."

"The bell is ringing." He stopped and looked down.

Ling Yao lowered her head again, "Hmm..."

"Isn't it too insincere to just say I'm sorry?" His expression was very calm, and his tone was calm.

Such a flat tone of voice is nothing to the victim, but after hearing his flamboyant and lazy way of speaking, such a tone sounds... There is always a tendency to rain.

Especially when he said this, was it too dishonest to just say sorry.

Ling Yao closed her eyes.

Secretly decided.

She stretched out her head again and leaned closer to him, "Then you...do it."

"..."

It was quiet for a while.

There was an unexpected mess on the head.

After a while, a low laugh came from above his head, and he looked straight at the head that was almost in his arms, "Do it? Do you mean let me take a picture of your head for fun?"

Bell shakes: "...?"

He considered the possibility casually, "It's not impossible, but—"

"I took your head off, can you save yourself?"

Bell shakes: "...?"

He laughed again, "Let's forget it, it's so bloody, I can't bear it."

The bell rang: "???"

She raised her head suddenly, and her chin hit his chest. His hard chest rubbed her chin so painfully, and she couldn't care less about the pain. Her eyes were round and she said in disbelief: "You, how could you be like this? thoughts?"

He blinked, innocent and beating, "What do you think?"

"Of course I don't want you to pat me, take my head off, I mean, you can..." She paused unnaturally, looking away, "Rub my head, just like when you were angry before ...that."

"So that's what it means—"

The voice just fell.

Accompanied by a triumphant laugh, he snapped his broad palm over, rounded and flattened her head, and the corners of his lips curled up, "Then I won't be polite."

The bell rang: "..."

Forget it.

She can bear it.

He finally waited until Gojo Gojo rubbed to his heart's content before he stopped, but her friends were all there, and he didn't rub too much, at least he didn't make her dizzy.

Ling Yao covered her head, and when she raised her head again, she found that Momoi Wuyue was not there.

She looked around blankly, but she didn't see Momoi Wuyue, "Where's Wuyue?"

The one who answered her was the culprit who just rubbed her head. He was in a good mood because he rubbed her, and his tone was light, "I was gone when I played the first game with you."

Ling Yao: "Where did she go?"

Gojo Satoru said: "I saw her say a few words to Aomine Daiki before she left, you can ask him."

Ling Yao turned to look for Aomine Daiki, who was talking to Kise Ryota about the game just now, feeling very excited.After being interrupted by Ling Yao to ask such a sentence, he suddenly remembered what Momoi Wuyue had said to him.

He thought about it for a while, and said, "What did she say to me... I couldn't stand it anymore, and went out to buy us drinks."

Then he looked puzzled, "I don't understand, hey, Kise, do you think she has any opinion on us? What can't she see anymore? I usually yell at me when I play games It’s called, isn’t it just to play when you call the game city, and you still have to complain about me?”

Huang Lailiang coughed too much, and said with a dry smile: "Actually, it may have nothing to do with you."

Aomine Daihui: "——huh? It can't be because you can't understand you? Doesn't she like playing with you very much?"

Kise Ryota: "..., just pretend you haven't heard of it."