The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

The cashier lady packed the large and small bags of desserts, folded the bags, and handed the dessert bags to Wujo Wu very politely.

After Gojo Satoru took it, when he turned to face the bell, he smiled all over his face: "Okay, let's go home."

Ling Yao saw that his hands were full of packing bags, and there were still a few between his arms, a bit like the rush of moving overnight, so he offered: "Let me help you get some."

"Little Ling Yao is very sensible."

"...Don't call me that, okay, it's really weird." Just after Ling Yao finished speaking, there was a lot of dessert in her arms, and she couldn't hold her arms and legs enough, so she couldn't laugh or cry: "Wujo Wu, give me Is it too much?"

Gojo Satoru smiled kindly and reminded: "Why don't you call me brother?"

"Brother Wutiao, there are too many."

"If you can't hold it, just put it on the ground."

"what?"

"Where's the headband?"

Ling Yao was even more confused, she stretched out her wrist, "Here."

Gojo Satoru took off the hair tie from her wrist and walked around behind her. Ling Yao was still holding a whole bag of desserts at a loss. Feeling the top of her hair being combed again and again, she asked curiously: "Are you brushing my hair?"

"Why don't you even know how to tidy your hair?"

She opened her mouth to explain something.

Gojo Satoru had already said in the next sentence: "Like a cat whose hair has exploded."

So her explanation turned into an annoyed complaint: "But that person just praised me for being cute."

"Which one?"

Ling Yao pointed to the cafe behind him, "It's the man who quarreled, hiss...it hurts a bit."

The ponytail was tied, but the scalp was a bit tight at the last pull. She looked up at Gojo Satoru standing behind her. Since he was much taller than her, she could just see the curvature of his jaw when she raised her head.

The edges and corners are sharp, which is the kind of publicity and dazzling beauty.

After the braids were tied, he circled back in front of her, and took back the desserts that she had been hugging so tightly that she didn't want to put them on the ground one by one.

He is tall and his hands and feet are much longer than hers. Although the big and small bags look like moving luggage overnight, he looks much more relaxed than her, just like his casual smile at this time, as if such a small matter would not happen at all. bother him.

His arms were full of big bags and small bags, but it didn't affect him at all. He chuckled: "He also said that these were bought for my little girlfriend."

"..."

"Don't be nervous, you're kidding, it's really troublesome to take everything seriously."

While talking, he walked forward without looking back, and urged: "Hurry up and follow, don't complain if you lose it, and blame me for not sending you home."

The neon lights along the street are mixed with the thin moonlight, jumping on the top of his head, shoulders, and back, one after another, noisy and boiling, and the back image of him moving forward is melted into the colorful lights.

Ling Yao stared at that figure for a long time, feeling her eyes a little sore.

It seems that a long time ago, there was a person who was like this. He suddenly appeared, radiant and unstoppable. When he left, he clearly said that he would come back soon.

But he never appeared again.

Gojo Satoru slowed down.

Looking back, he saw that Ling Yao was still standing at the door of the cafe, so he turned around and walked towards her.

The rushing vehicles passing by on the street roared, and the neon lights were mixed in the wind behind him, as if they could breathe. The color was stronger than the setting sun, and as he went and returned, his footsteps were getting closer and closer. Paint the whole city behind him into gray after the curtain call.

The lights surged, illuminating the outline of his face.

His white hair was blown disheveled by the wind, and in the noisy light, there was a light silver starlight.

Seeing Gojo Gojo go and come back, Ling Yao realized whether she had been in a daze for too long, and quickly ran towards him with small steps.

As a result, a dessert bag was thrown towards him.

Ling Yao hurriedly went to pick it up, almost hitting her face, and when she looked over again, Gojo Satoru had already walked in front of her.

She glanced blankly at the dessert bag in her hand, and asked, "This is?"

"You should like to eat this." He said with a smile.

"But……"

"Look at how hard it is for me to carry so many things, how about sharing a small bag for me?" Gojo Satoru leaned down and leaned in front of her face, smiling like a flower, "Please, please."

Ling Yao saw that there were still large and small bags hanging on his arm, and made a sincere proposal again: "I can help you get some more."

Gojo Satoru laughed out loud, raised his arm with the big bag and small bag, and tapped on her forehead, "No, you don't need to do this kind of thing. You can just eat after me, but, You can ask me for it after you finish eating."

Ling Yao hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded, this time following Wujo Wu's footsteps.

She tore open the seal of the packaging bag, and the sweetness of the dessert hit her face, she took a small piece and took a bite.

Gojo Satoru asked at the right time: "How is it, isn't it delicious?"

Ling Yao answered honestly: "It's delicious."

"I bought all the flavors of this cookie. I'll try other flavors when I get home. I highly recommend the matcha flavor. I highly recommend it!"

"Five...brother, let me feed you a piece, it's really delicious."

"Ah—" Gojo Satoru stopped politely, bent down, opened his mouth, and waited to be fed.

Gojo Satoru swallowed the cookie, "It's a bit tastier than expected."

Ling Yao was taken aback for a moment, then realized: "You don't know if it's delicious or not, but you still buy so much at once?"

"Ok?"

"This, this, Gojo Satoru, do you always spend money like this?"

Wujo Wutiao glanced at her sideways, with a smile on his lips, "Don't worry, I'm sure I'll finish these, isn't there still you?"

"Me?" Ling Yao looked down at the cookie in her arms, and confirmed in a low voice, "Can I eat it too?"

"Of course, I treat guests. But—" he draws his voice, and his eyes under the small sunglasses squint at her, "I have to answer my question."

Back downstairs at Ling Yao's house.

Ling Yao was about to open the door, and looked back at Gojo Satoru, a little unsure what to do, why not: "When you lived in my house before, there was only such a small one..."

She gestured with her hand, and in the dim streetlight, the wrist she raised in front of him was thin and white.

"But you have suddenly become so big now, how can I bring you in?"

She suggested: "How about another day, I will ask you to meet again on the weekend, and there is plenty of time."

"No way." Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "I will know today."

"Then...Okay. That's it. You wait here. After I go in, I will see if my parents are in the living room. If not, I will take you upstairs secretly."

Ling Yao worriedly told him, "You must keep your voice low and your steps light, and you must not be discovered."

When Ling Yao spoke, she moved closer, her voice was very low, for fear of disturbing the family members.

Wujo Wu nodded again and again, and assured him very reliably: "I know, I know, go up quickly, and remember to open the window."

"The window?" Ling Yao turned her head and glanced at the position of her room upstairs, "What's wrong?"

"Keep ventilation—" Gojo Satoru gave her a reassuring smile, "Go now."

"You must stand here and don't move around. When I come to pick you up, the most important thing is to keep your voice down, very, very low..."

Gojo Satoru nodded again.

Relieved, Ling Yao took out the key and opened the door.

Gojo Satoru stood at the door, and when hearing the conversation inside, Suzu's family was concerned about the situation of Suzuki.

After chatting for a while, Ling Yao returned to her room, opened the window, and gave him an OK gesture.

Then he was ready to go downstairs to pick him up.

Then, there was a loud bang behind him.

Hearing the ringing of the bell, he turned back.

Wujo Wu squatted on the window sill, carrying a bag full of desserts, and smiled at her: "How about it, will I not disturb your family if I come up like this?"

However, what answered him was Ling Yao's eyes wide open and his face petrified.

My mother's voice came from downstairs: "The bell is ringing, what was the sound just now?"

Ling Yao came back to her senses, fearing that her mother would come in at this time, she quickly replied: "It's all right. I accidentally dropped the book when I was holding it, and I will clean it up."

After solving her mother's problem, Ling Yao turned her head to look at Gojo Satoru again.

Gojo Satoru jumped down from the window sill, put the desserts in his arms on her table, then made a few turns, twisted his waist, stretched his arms, and said, "Finally, I can sit for a while. too tired."

In the next second, Ling Yao ran up to him in small steps, with an unhappy expression on his face.

Gojo Satoru didn't understand, so: "What's your expression?"

Ling Yao said, "Low your head."

"?"

Although I don't know what it means, but I still do it, anyway, the little girl can't do anything.

However, it turns out that he was wrong.

Ling Yao clasped Wujou's head firmly, her small palm pressed hard on the top of Wujou's head, and the white hair was intertwined between her fingers.

She doesn't have much strength, just like her slender wrist. Although judging from her expression, she has used all her strength to teach him a lesson, but this kind of strength is like a naughty child making trouble. threat.

Gojo Satoru laughed, inexplicably a little frivolous, "You're a fast learner, ringing the bell."

"Apologize!"

"Ok?"

"Apologize to Daju, Xiaoyu, and Xiaoju!"

"..."

Gojo Satoru turned his head and looked at the window sill he just jumped up to. The potted plants that had been placed there were pushed aside, and one pot was even in danger and might fall to the ground at any time.

"..."

Ling Yao stared at him, her bright eyes were extremely serious, "Aren't you sorry!"

"I apologize." Gojo Satoru turned to the potted plant, "I'm sorry."

Only then did Ling Yao let go of her hand.

Gojo Satoru looked over casually, "Why did you let go?"

After Ling Yao dissipated, she lost the courage for a moment, and was a little timid: "You apologized..."

Gojo Satoru leaned back, leaned against the cabinet, and smiled lazily, "Oh. Now it's my turn."