The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

Gojo Satoru pinched Ling Yao's face, but didn't use much force.

But with this little strength, Ling Yao didn't struggle too much, she slowly digested what Gojo Wujo said, her face was so hot.

"..."

She retorted numbly: "Isn't it normal for summer to be a little hot?"

Gojo Satoru smiled inexplicably, "Why is that face so red?"

She paused, "..., the weather is hot, of course your face will be red."

After finishing speaking, she stretched out her hand to break Gojo Satoru's hand, "Stop pinching, I'm going to sleep."

Fortunately, this time, Gojo Satoru let go of her easily, and he stood back up again, his tall figure leaning lazily, leaning against the wall next to him.

He lowered his eyelashes to look at her, raised his eyebrows, and looked straight at her.

Ling Yao felt even more uncomfortable being looked at by him like this, so she quickly looked away.

After a while, she heard Gojo Satoru laughing, "What's the matter with you, every time I talk to you, you go to sleep?"

"..."

Ling Yao felt an inexplicable sense of guilt. After a while, she couldn't explain why, so she whispered, "Actually, I'm not that sleepy..."

Gojo Satoru snorted lightly, "I'll just say it."

The bell rang: "?"

"I feel sleepy when I see it. It doesn't look like something that a stupid kid like you would think about."

The bell rang: "??"

She blinked, her face was full of confusion, she didn't seem to understand a word: "What are you talking about?"

Gojo Gojo smiled brightly, put away the ambiguous tone just now, and suddenly raised the tone she was familiar with, "It's nothing, since you're sleepy, go to sleep. I'll be in high school tomorrow." Waiting for you, the dormitory has been arranged for you."

"?" Ling Yao blinked, confused.

After he finished speaking, he had already walked away from her, ready to leave.

When he got to the door, he leaned back after he had already taken half a step, "By the way,——do you want to grow younger to play with you today?"

As soon as he said it, she suddenly remembered it.

She hadn't seen the smaller Gojo Satoru for many days, her eyes lit up for a moment, and she said expectantly, "Is it okay?"

"Yes, yes." The corners of his lips curled up, the corners of his eyes and brows were particularly arrogant, "There is one condition."

Ling Yao was stunned, "Why is there a condition? I didn't mention it before."

"Actually, it's not that difficult. It's just a small favor. I want you to help me." He said it naturally.

Doesn't sound like much of a deal.

Ling Yao nodded, "Go ahead."

"Help me take a look—" He leaned over, and his handsome and flamboyant face came close to her.

Very close, you can see his thick eyelashes, following his crooked smile, sparkling like the surface of a lake.

"The eyes are a little uncomfortable. Did something fall into them, for example, eyelashes or something?"

It turned out to be such a small favor.

Ling Yao hummed, "Okay, let me take a look for you."

Gojo Goto was tall and standing in front of her, bent over in front of her at this moment, stretched his head, as if letting Ling Yao deal with him, with the corners of his lips curled up, leisurely waiting for Ling Yao to help him see Eye.

She watched carefully because he said the eyes were uncomfortable.

She looked at it again, but didn't see any foreign objects in Gojo Satoru's eyes, and asked, "Do you still feel uncomfortable now?"

Gojo Satoru answered her in a dragged voice: "Of course, I'm still very uncomfortable now, haven't you found it?"

"...Then, let me take another look."

Ling Yao raised her toes slightly.

Get closer again.

After thinking about it, she reached out and touched his eyelids.

His skin was cold and fair, and it was even fairer in the light of the room.She only touched it lightly with her fingertips, afraid of accidentally hurting him, she only held the skin around his eyelids slightly, and looked again carefully.

Nothing foreign.

She went to the other eye.

His eyes are beautiful blue, like ice crystals, like gems, like lakes in the wasteland, like the clear sky praying for the gods to come to the world, blue and clear.

There are no foreign objects.

After repeated confirmation twice, Ling Yao took it down.

She put down her slightly tiptoed feet, shifted her gaze, and was about to talk to him, but met his quiet eyes.

At this moment, the eyes looking at her were a little dark.

Time froze for a moment.

"..."

He spoke first, his voice was low and hoarse, "Did you see anything?"

Ling Yao shook her head honestly, "Nothing."

As she said that, she still cared: "Then do your eyes still feel uncomfortable?"

"No more, maybe it has fallen out." He said something, then looked at her hand lightly, "stretch out your hand."

"?"

Ling Yao blankly followed what he said.

outstretched hand.

He said again: "Spread your palms."

"Oh." She obediently followed suit.

Then, Gojo Satoru, who was standing tall in front of her, became the size of a ten-centimeter doll and landed in her palm.

He unceremoniously sat down on the palm of her hand, even though he became very small, his tone of voice was still extremely arrogant: "It's only one minute, not even one more second!"

Ling Yao was taken aback, "What will happen if there is one more second?"

Gojo Satoru turned his head, glanced over from the corner of the eye, and said bluntly, "It was just a beating."

"..."

Ling Yao felt that Wujou was unreasonable, "I don't have a timer, how can I be accurate to the second? And if you beat people at every turn, wouldn't it be too unreasonable..."

"Ling Yao, I just told you tonight, right?" He smiled and lay down on her palm, "When you thought you were going to be beaten by me but didn't, what made you avoid it?" This beating?"

The corners of his lips curled up, and he said self-satisfied: "So—don't reason with me."

"You can do this." He raised his chin slightly, his handsome face was particularly vulnerable at this moment, he pointed his finger at his cheek, and smiled inexplicably, "You can do it anytime, you can try everything."

"........."

Seeing her with a wooden face, she didn't speak for a long time.

Gojo Satoru restrained his smile a little, propped his chin, and asked, "No way? Are you angry again?"

She looked at him quietly, and said slowly, "No."

But the mood doesn't look good at all.

Gojo Satoru looked at her for a while, then his smile subsided, "Are you really angry?"

Even the lazy posture has been corrected a lot, and he raised his eyes to observe her emotions.

After a while, seeing that she still didn't say a word, she hissed and her tone became lighter: "Well... don't be angry, I was just joking, how can I really let you do this, you want to kiss You can't even kiss, unless you tell me in advance and let me bend over, otherwise you won't be able to kiss at all, right? So I'm just joking."

"..."

Why, after he explained it, Ling Yao seemed to be even more unhappy.

He touched the back of his neck, but he still didn't hear Ling Yao's words. He thought for a while in silence, then raised his head and said to her: "Can you just say something?"

Ling Yao opened her mouth this time, accusing him in a low voice: "You despise me for being short...?"

"?" Gojo Gojo's eyes widened, "How could I have said that?!"

"You just said that."

Gojo Satoru was about to retort with his voice rasping, but he just uttered a syllable, and realized belatedly, what he just said, he just said... okay.

His arrogance suddenly weakened, he coughed lightly, and explained: "That sentence is not understood in that way. I don't mean to dislike you for being short. I just want to say that it was just a joke. Don't be unhappy."

"……Um."

She answered softly, without any emotion.

But it doesn't sound too happy either.

She was so caressing, but Wujo Wu felt a little indescribably suffocated, he pursed his lips and said nothing.

Quiet for a while.

"Hello." He raised his eyes and looked over lightly, "The bell rings."

He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice was slightly lowered, with a hint of a smile, "I'm not so bad, am I, are you kidding me so hard to accept?"

The bell came back to her senses, and subconsciously retorted: "No, I have no difficulty accepting it."

Gojo Satoru had already jumped out of her palm when the words fell, and when he landed, he turned back to a tall figure, standing in front of her, with his broken hair brushing slightly on his forehead.

He heard the sound and looked sideways, with a faint smile on his lips, "Then what do you mean? Give me a reason."

He returned to his normal size, Ling Yao shook his empty palm, and dropped back to his legs.

After a long while, she raised her eyes blankly and looked at him, "I don't know how to describe that feeling...but it's really not unacceptable."

Seeing his calm expression, Ling Yao became inexplicably flustered, eager to explain: "How can I describe that feeling... the heartbeat will become faster, subconsciously want to avoid contact with you, and dare not look at your reaction, This kind of feeling is like fear or fear, but... I am sure that it is not a negative rejection emotion, and it is different from fear."

"so……"

Speaking of this, she herself was also at a loss. When she looked at Gojo Satoru, she blinked her eyes, and her dark eyes seemed to express her helplessness: "Since you said those words, this feeling seems to have been It has been magnified many times. I obviously want to see you and talk to you, but when you get close to me, the emotion of 'fear and fear' will emerge, which makes me unable to think normally and even react. It's all slowed down, and I don't understand why."

She looked at him as if asking for help, hoping to get an answer from him, "Why, do you know?"

"..."

Gojo Satoru turned his head, and after a while, he smiled faintly.

He already had an extremely flamboyant and handsome face, but at this moment he lowered his eyebrows and chuckled, as if the mist had dispersed from the lake at this moment, and when he looked over, the blue in his eyes shone under the light, like a river of stars.

"Is that so." He spoke very slowly, different from his previous sharpness, he looked lazy, but there was a kind of leisure and clarity that she couldn't understand.

He clicked his tongue softly.

In a blink of an eye, she changed into the familiar foolish look, "Let me just say, it's easy to like me, it's not so troublesome."

Ling Yao looked at him blankly: "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing." He patted her on the head, and said with a rare good temper, "Aren't you sleepy? Go to bed early, kid."

Ling shook his head, "But, you didn't answer me, what is that strange emotion... You said just now that it's easy to like you, so, does that mean you like it?"

She didn't understand at all.

Like equals fear and dread? ...It's very strange.

"Ah? Do you want to listen?" He sized her up, the corners of his lips curled, "Forget it, I'm afraid you'll be too excited to sleep tonight, and won't wake up tomorrow morning, and you'll be scolded if you're late. "

Ling Yao was stunned and said: "...Who would scold me? Although Grandpa Huang is very serious, he won't scold me, and didn't you say that your high school can be late at will?"

Wujo Wu smiled brightly, and said it as a matter of course, "I scold you."

"..."

next second.

Her legs flew into the air, and Wujo Wu hugged her whole body.

The sudden weightlessness made Ling Yao startled, and subconsciously grabbed his sleeve.

At the same time, the "fear and fear" that had been bothering her so much that she couldn't tell the reason reappeared, restraining her body inappropriately, making her stiffly let him hold her, unable to do unnecessary things. reaction.

Her room was spacious, but it was only a few steps from the door of the study to the bed in the bedroom.

Gojo Satoru put her on her bed, then turned around, and waved at her casually, "Go to bed early, I'll see you tomorrow."

"..."

Seeing her stupidly silent again, Gojo Satoru no longer felt annoyed as before, but instead laughed, "Ring ring?—at least say goodbye? I'm going back, even if we can meet tomorrow, but a If you don't see me at night, I'm afraid you'll want to cry."

Ling Yao raised her head abruptly, "I won't cry."

He purposely spoke badly, and after the bell came back to his senses, he gently rubbed her head.

"See you tomorrow."

"..."

He left very simply.

The room suddenly fell silent, only her breathing remained, and after the strange "fear and fear" gradually disappeared, the infinitely amplified heartbeat in the quiet room.

Ling Yao slowly raised her hand, covering her heart.

The palm of your hand feels the frequency of your heartbeat.

There was a wind blowing from the window, brushing over the potted plants on the window sill, the branches and leaves swayed slightly, and I remembered that Gojo Satoru had landed on her window sill countless times, and when he looked at her, his back was turned to the dark night behind the window, Facing her and the bright lights in her room.

The first time I told Wujo Satoru that I liked him very much was when he was about to leave.

What kind of mood was it at that time, and what was the difference between the liking that I said at that time and the feeling of tightening my heart now.

Now such a dazed and lost soul, yes, do you like...?