The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

Ling Yao slowly opened her eyes, and the light pierced into her sight, and her goal was the strange ceiling.

She just woke up, and her reaction was still a little slow. She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds in a daze.

What followed was a slight sound, as if someone was moving something.

The bell shakes and turns——

Take a good look at the picture in the room.

She sat up suddenly, looked at the back of the person standing in front of the bookshelf, who was laying out books one by one, and asked in surprise, "Enlightenment?...Why are you here?"

She rubbed her head, she was still a bit confused in time, thinking that it was still last night, and said in a daze, "Have you not left yet?"

Wujo Wu heard the sound, and the movements of his hands paused.

After putting the book in his hand into the bookcase, he turned around and looked at her, "Be clearer."

He lazily leaned against the bookshelf behind him, "This is, my, my, room, room."

"..."

Ling Yao got up quickly and put on her shoes.

In a hurry, the two shoes took a long time to put on.

However, just as she put on her second shoe, Gojo Satoru's voice came over coolly, with a slow smile: "I lied to you."

Ling Yao looked up: "?"

Facing Gojo Gojo's smiling eyes, the corners of his lips curled up, and he smiled extraordinarily brightly: "Children are easy to deceive."

The bell rang: "..."

She endured it and asked, "Then where is this place?"

He shook the books in his hands that hadn't been put on the shelf, and said lightly, "Of course it's your dormitory in the college."

Her memory was still in the dream in the car, she didn't know how long it had passed, she asked in a low voice: "Then I... have been in the college for a long time?"

Gojo Gojo hummed, and said calmly: "It hasn't been long."

Ling Yao heaved a sigh of relief.

In the next second, he went on to say, "It's only five hours of sleep."

"?" Ling Yao suddenly raised her head again.

Gojo Satoru turned back, continued to place the books in his hand on the shelf one by one, and answered her: "It's already past lunch time, don't you feel hungry?"

She had just woken up, and her conscious reactions were still slow. After Wutiaowu reminded her, she seemed to be a little hungry.

She honestly replied: "A little hungry."

With his back to her, he slowly laid out the books, and continued in a neutral manner: "The dormitory of the college has a kitchen and kitchen utensils. You can cook for yourself when you are hungry. By the way, can you cook?"

"..."

She didn't answer, Gojo Satoru still asked persistently: "Why didn't you speak, and suddenly became dumb?"

The bell shook for a long time before holding back an answer: "You know I can't."

On the night when her adoptive parents had an accident, she didn't eat all night because she didn't know how to cook. In the end, Gojo Satoru cooked noodles for her.

It's not that he doesn't know.

At this time, I asked the question knowingly, as if deliberately mocking her...

Gojo Satoru laughed, because he had his back to her and couldn't see his expression, but he could still hear the schadenfreude in his tone, "Then what should I do? There is no canteen aunt in summer vacation, you shouldn't Did you starve to death before expelling a few curse spirits?"

The bell rang: "..."

He clicked his tongue and laughed endlessly, "I can't explain it to your golden grandpa, but then again, you shouldn't starve to death, anyway, when you are about to starve to death, you can use your ability to save yourself." Live? It’s just that—the feeling of starving to death may not be very comfortable, so just be patient for a while.”

Gojo Satoru spoke in a neither hasty nor slow manner, and the smile in his voice sounded particularly unbearable.

Ling Yao pursed her lips, and looked a few steps away, Gojo Wu stood in front of the bookshelf, tall and big, with his back to her back.

It was already noon light, slanting in from the window, outlining his silhouette.

Standing there, he looked lazy and dismissive of everything, as if he was deliberately waiting for something at this moment.

As he placed the books one by one, the ends of his hair fluttered slightly in the light.

After a long silence, she whispered resignedly, "Then... what do you think I should do."

"Huh?" He stopped what he was doing, and turned his head slightly. The curve of his side face was very deep in the light, and the corners of his slanted eyes were raised. "What did you say? The voice is so low? Can't hear you."

It must be, on purpose.

Ling Yao endured again, and said again sincerely: "Then what do you think I should do."

"It's easy to solve." His tone was light and airy, and there was a little ambiguous smile mixed in with his foolishness. "It's still too late to change the dormitory."

Ling Yao didn't understand for a while, "Where do you want to go? Is there anyone in the other dormitories who cooks?"

He stopped placing the books.

Look back.

The small sunglasses were hanging on the tip of his nose, revealing a pair of bright blue eyes. He smiled, said every word carefully, "I can cook."

"..."

"........."

He simply put the book on the table next to him, and didn't intend to continue to place it.

One hand was casually inserted into the trouser pocket, and the other hand hooked off the small sunglasses and hung them on the fingertips. Without looking at her, he was pinching the temples of the glasses with downcast eyes.

After a while, he said slowly, "So, do you want to think about moving to my dormitory—"

He raised his eyelashes and looked at the flushed face of the little girl sitting by the bed, feeling inexplicably in a good mood.

With a laugh, he finished the intentional pause, "opposite?"

"..."

Ling Yao's heartbeat, which had suddenly been suspended just now, relaxed.

Realizing that Gojo Satoru was deliberately teasing her again, seeing her blushing and nervous, she was a little unhappy, with a straight face, "Can you stop joking like this, it's not funny at all."

Gojo Satoru blinked innocently, "Really? I wasn't joking just now, I mean seriously, do you want to move across from me?"

He still doesn't admit it.

"..."

Ling Yao pursed her lips, stared at him, and didn't care about what she said next, which made her feel even more embarrassed, and said seriously: "Don't stop in that kind of place, it will make people misunderstand."

"So that's the case. Then, is it convenient to ask? What did you misunderstand just now?" He smiled with his eyes bent, his tone innocent and beating.

In particular, the small sunglasses he had been wearing were also taken off at this time, and they were leisurely hooked on his fingers.

Those eyes, which were already shining, were even more dazzling at this time, looking straight at her and smiling, she unconsciously looked away, and whispered: "Anyway... it's just that it will be misunderstood."

"Then give me an answer, do you want to move across from me?" He played with the small sunglasses in his hand, lowered his eyelashes, and didn't look at her again.

His tone was flat, as if he was really asking for her opinion this time.

The lighting in the room is good.

Her potted plants were also moved over, and when she glanced over from the corner of her eye, beams of light fell in. In the clear and bright light, you could still see fine dust flying quietly.

The answer hovered on the tip of his tongue several times.

In fact, when Gojo Satoru made that proposal, the answer had already clearly surfaced in his heart.

But inexplicably, when I want to say it, I feel a little embarrassed.

Gojo Satoru didn't urge him either, just stood there like that, even restraining the aggressive gaze that teased her, just playing with the little sunglasses on his fingertips, quietly waiting for her answer.

Carefully, very, very carefully, she stole a glance at him.

The eyes quickly glanced over, and then quickly looked back.

Because the speed is too fast, in fact, nothing has time to see.

Of course, I didn't see the corners of Gojo Satoru's lips slightly rising when she was peeking at her so quickly.

He didn't speak, he didn't rush, and he didn't tease him in various ways when he made requests in the past. He even restrained his slightly sharp smile a lot. Beside the bookshelf with floating lights and shadows, the silence was so quiet that even the air softened a bit.

Ling shook and cleared her throat, "...um."

He stopped his fingers playing with the small sunglasses, raised his eyes, and smiled very lightly, "Did you just speak? It was too quiet."

She raised her mosquito snort by one degree, "... yes."

Fortunately, Gojo Satoru didn't continue teasing her endlessly this time.

After she said so, Gojo Satoru took the books that had just been placed on the table next to him, turned around, quickly arranged them one by one, and then said with a smile: "Let's go, aren't you hungry? Go eat."

Ling Yao froze for a moment: "Shouldn't you go to the dormitory first?"

"Ah? You don't need to move." Under Ling Yao's more perplexed eyes, Gojo Wu raised the corners of his lips and smiled brightly, "Your current dormitory is just across from me."

"........."

"Why? You just said what you want?"

"…………"

"Really, why are you so awkward, kid? You've already said what you want, so why bother with the priority? Even if you don't want to, I can help you move to another dormitory." His tone was light and airy. apology.

Ling Yao felt that she had to question: "If I don't want to, will you really help me move to another dormitory?"

really.

In the next second, Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows and smiled, "No."

"So it makes no difference at all..."

Gojo Satoru stared at her drooping brows, and dragged his voice pretending to be dissatisfied: "Is there anything wrong with living across from me? You don't know how to cook, and you probably haven't lived by yourself. Someone takes care of you. If you live in a dormitory so far away by yourself, if you get sick and no one will know, then you will be miserable in the room alone, and you have to turn on the hot water yourself, isn’t it pitiful?”

"Besides, if you move across from me, it won't be easy for others to find me when I enter your room every day, right?"

The last question was asked very deliberately.

Obviously, he was not allowed to enter his room every day, so why deliberately emphasize this sentence.

But... what he said was not unreasonable.

First of all, I don't know how to cook and eat by myself, this reason is enough.

Forget it then... For the sake of eating, just, don't worry about these details.

Gojo Satoru saw that her expression was relaxed, as if she had figured it out, so she didn't talk about it again.

"come over."

he said suddenly.

Ling Yao didn't think much about it, since she had put on her shoes anyway, she walked up to Wujo Wu in a few steps.

He was leaning against the bookshelf, looking lazy. Even so, he was taller than her by a lot. Standing in front of him, he always looked up at him.

He smiled, "Do me a favor?"

Ling Yao blinked, "What's the matter this time? Are your eyes uncomfortable?"

"That's not true." He leaned over slightly, lowered his head slightly, not getting too close, but within the reach of her, he smiled, "Help me put on my glasses, please?"

He put one hand in his trouser pocket, and on the other hand, the frame of the small sunglasses hooked on his fingertips.

At this time, he raised his hand and handed it to her.

It's not a big deal, Ling Yao didn't ask much, took the small sunglasses from his hand, but still couldn't help asking: "This, you can wear it yourself, right?"

Gojo Satoru let out a drawl, and said calmly, "You've been sleeping, of course you don't know, but I cleaned up the room for you all morning. I'm so tired, my hands are so sore that I can't lift them up."

"..."

Ling Yao doubted the authenticity, because Wujo Wu was all over his body, and he couldn't tell he was tired at all.

Even, the spirit is too good.

But she didn't say anything more, stepped on her feet, and carefully put the small sunglasses back on his eyes.

Due to the close distance, she couldn't help but glance at his glasses more.

He always wears it. This pair of small sunglasses is obviously not in line with the aesthetics of young people, but he is already good-looking, with prominent eyebrows and eyes. Putting this pair of small sunglasses on his face makes him look a little more outrageous and arrogant.

If you take a closer look, you can't see how unique it is.

In my mind, he has been wearing it all the time.

Ling Yao couldn't help being curious, and asked, "Why do you like wearing this so much?"

Her gaze was still on his little sunglasses, and she didn't notice that at such a close distance, Gojo Satoru's lowered gaze was fixed on her.

The little girl's skin is very fair, her eyelashes are like black crows, her dark eyes are bright and clear, and she always speaks with a bit of childishness.

At this moment, all her attention was on his glasses, her eyes were blank and pure.

He rolled his Adam's apple and looked away.

Only then did she answer her in a normal tone: "Because it's troublesome, the eyes receive too much information, and it will be troublesome if you look at it for a long time."

Ling Yao blinked her eyes, not quite understanding, "Aren't eyes just for seeing things?"

He still looked elsewhere, did not look at her bewildered eyes, smiled lightly, and said in an indifferent tone: "You don't understand anyway, so don't worry about it."

He answered casually, and then said, "Aren't you hungry? Let's go. I'll take you to eat."

The glasses that Ling Yao gave him were actually a little crooked. He stretched out his hand to support the side of the frame, then opened the drawer, and took out the dormitory key inside with ease.

Throwing it into her clothes pocket, she did not forget to say: "In the future, you must bring the key when you go out. No one will open the door for you at home, and you can't lose the key. If you lose it, no one will open the door for you."

He didn't hear Ling Yao's response, so he tapped her on the head lightly, "Did you hear that?"

"That..." She opened her mouth slowly.

Gojo Satoru looked over, dissatisfied with her slow response, "What?"

"Tell me about you." She raised her face and was looking at him. She pursed her lips cautiously, but when she spoke again, she was a little more serious and determined: "I may not understand, but I want to know something about you, so please tell me, and don't put me off by saying that I don't understand."

Fearing that he would not agree, she softened her tone a bit, "OK?"