The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

The location of the mission is not in downtown Tokyo, but in a suburb near Yokohama.

Because the night moth Zhengdao didn't consider Gojo Satoru to be in charge at the beginning, the first consideration was that it was the first time for Ling Yao to come into contact with the curse spirit, and the purpose was just to let her have a preliminary understanding of the curse spirit, and to evaluate her ability .

The difficulty of the task and the intelligence of the curse spirit are not particularly complicated.

Follow Wujo Satoru to buy a ticket and get on the train.

It was also at this time that Ling Yao realized that Gojo Satoru's ultra-long-distance teleportation was not something that could be used at will.

Gojo Satoru explained to her from the side: "First of all, a route without obstacles must be pre-set, and it is still in the experiment."

Ling Yao was surprised: "Then what will happen if you... hit a tree?"

Gojo Gojo said nonchalantly: "So we need to pre-set the route. Although it is still in the experiment, the success rate is [-]%!"

"Oh……"

The light outside the car window flashed across her eyelids, and the light in front of Ling Yao's eyes brightened slightly, and she suddenly thought of something at this moment.

Turning his head suddenly, he almost hit Gojo Satoru's jaw.

She retreated subconsciously, "You, why are you so close all of a sudden?"

In the close distance, Goto Wu's thin and dense eyelashes drooped down, and light and shadow continued to pass over his face, casting a light shadow under his eyes.

He blinked and said innocently: "—I want to close the window."

With that said, he stretched out his hand, walked around in front of her, and closed the car window next to her.

The sound of the wind suddenly died down, and he retracted his arm, pulling the distance back to its original position.

He said innocently: "The ringing of the bell is so fierce. If I try to close the window, I will be killed."

"..."

Ling Yao: "You are more and more likely to let the villain file a complaint first."

Gojo Satoru laughed quickly: "Not that good either."

"Well—what were you trying to say just now?" he asked.

Ling Yao also returned to the topic, "Then you, every time you can use the spell to go directly to my house, is it because you have set the route to my house in advance?"

The scenery outside the car window flashed by, and the mottled sunlight slanted down.

The little girl had an unbelievable expression on her face, her dark eyes were also tinged with light, she was confused and shocked.

Then, Gojo Satoru nodded sharply under her eyes that almost doubted life, and praised: "You are very smart, you have learned to infer other things from one instance!"

Ling Yao collapsed even more, and her speech became incoherent, "You, you, I... I, when you first met me, you could teleport back to the high school with a spell, why are you so familiar with me? The route to my house?"

"Huh? Didn't I tell you?" He blinked in the sunlight, as if he couldn't remember a little.

Ling Yao: "You haven't said anything, have you?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let me say it now." He smiled casually, and said sorry, but he didn't feel apologetic at all, "Well, I should at least say it, the first time I saw you, I just found an excuse to stay at your house because I have an answer I want to know."

"This... I remember, but you didn't tell me what answer you want to know." Ling Yao took the opportunity to ask, with eagerness written all over her face.

Gojo Satoru knocked her on the head, "I haven't finished talking, I'll ask later."

With Ling Yao's accusing eyes, Gojo Satoru continued: "Actually, before I appeared in front of you, I had observed around your house several times, and the route was determined around that time."

Bell shakes: "...?"

She widened her eyes: "What are you observing, me?"

Speaking of this, he showed a headache expression, and said in a long and dissatisfied voice: "It's the old man in the family. Ever since I was free to grow bigger and smaller, the old man always worried too much, and he tried his best to find out in private. What caused it? At the beginning of the year, he became obsessed with divination and fortune-telling. Who knows, someone actually calculated an answer for him, gave him an address, and said that the answer is there."

Ling Yao: "...that address is my home?"

"So you were forced to come to my house by...people from your family?" She still couldn't say the name of the old man, so she temporarily changed the title.

As a result, Gojo Satoru sneered nonchalantly, "Who can force me?"

"That's... why?"

"On the contrary, I think that the fortune-telling person has a big problem. The result of this kind of fortune-telling seems to be premeditated to lure people there. I investigated afterwards, and the person who made the fortune-telling for the old man disappeared. I saw him People say that he is a fairy who travels all over the world, and has never lived in a fixed place, tsk—”

He obviously dismissed this statement. In the golden light leaking from the car window, he squinted his eyes slightly: "I came to see you, just to know what is the purpose of giving me this address."

"Who knows." He suddenly turned his head, the arc of his jaw tightened, and his Adam's apple let out a smile that could not be said to be a mockery or something, "There is only one stupid kid at this address."

"..." Ling Yao was a little unhappy, and said with a puffy face, "Then you don't have to come looking for me, anyway, there is only a stupid kid, and there is no purpose."

Gojo Satoru rubbed her head smoothly, perfunctorily and gently, as if stroking a small animal.

His arm slightly blocked his view, and he couldn't see his side face and expression. He could only hear a little rising ending in his voice with a little smile, which was inexplicably light and pleasant, "I was still curious at the time. I took a look at the purpose of this fortune-teller bringing me here, so after observing for a few days, I decided to jump into your room and meet you face to face, to see if I can detect some information. You should thank me for my curiosity, otherwise -"

The palm on the top of her head pressed her head, as if she never tired of it, "You will never have a chance to know me."

"It's as if it's a big deal to know you." Ling Yao was inexplicably angry, "If I don't know you, I don't know you, so it's no big deal."

"That can't be done." He said lightly.

Ling Yao wondered: "Why can't it work?"

He laughed, flamboyant and arrogant, "Without me, what would you do with your math homework?"

"..."

Ling Yao choked up, intending to be tough to the end, but when she spoke, she couldn't help but whisper weakly: "...I can also write myself."

"Okay." He continued to laugh, and was even more shameless, "But if it weren't for me, you might not have a boyfriend?"

"..."

"..."

"...?"

Gojo Satoru's palm was still on top of her head, rubbing it in a good mood.

Looking down, seeing the little girl's dull eyes, the light passing by outside the window flickered in her bright pupils, and she revealed a sense of stupidity in her whole body.

When she met his eyes, she came back to her senses, and said stutteringly: "But, but, even if it's like this now, even if I met you, I still don't have a boyfriend yet."

"..." Ling Yao pursed her lips, and after a long while, she responded from her little consciousness: "Didn't you say that it's not the time yet?"

"That, you can do it anytime." His tone was still unbearable.

Ling Yao opened her eyes wide: "What do you mean anytime?"

"Of course it's when you realize that you can't help yourself to me."

Ling Yao: "...Then what if I am now?"

Gojo Satoru turned his head and took a look at her, "Isn't this appropriate?"

She turned her eyes guiltily: "Where is this inappropriate?"

His palm was still on her head.

Hearing this, she suddenly leaned over, and the tip of her nose stopped only a few centimeters away from her face.

The bumpy sunlight outside the car window fell on her face in pieces, and the little girl's already fair skin was almost transparent under the bright light.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, covering her dark pupils, she stared blankly at his approaching face.

After looking at each other for a while, the corners of his lips curved slightly.

Turning his face slightly, facing her cheek, he smiled foolishly: "Then give me a kiss?"

Ling Yao suddenly came back to her senses, remembering what Gojo Gojo said the day he said he liked her, pointing at her face... what he said.

His face suddenly became hot.

Ling Yao didn't know where the courage came from, subconsciously, she raised her hand and patted Gojo Wu's face, pushing his face away, "...I don't want it!"

The little girl's palm was thin and small, and there was a warm temperature on his cheek.

Gojo Satoru didn't resist or struggle too much, and cooperated to maintain the posture of being pushed away by the bell, but he didn't forget to glance over and smiled: "You also think it's inappropriate for there to be too many people in the car?"

"..."

It turns out that what Gojo Satoru just said was inappropriate, probably refers to this.

The temperature of the face felt a little hotter.

She quickly looked around for a week, and the other people in the car didn't seem to be looking at her and Gojo Satoru, so she was slightly relieved.

"When you get off the car later and no one is there?" He didn't finish.

Ling Yao's face instantly flushed red.

Fortunately, Gojo Satoru didn't seem to intend to tease her for too long. Seeing Ling Yao blushing and embarrassed, he felt inexplicably in a good mood, and the corners of his lips curled up high.

He put his hands down and sat back down.

Leaning his head on the back of the seat, he tilted his head slightly, his eyes fell on the roof of the car, and the tips of silver-white light-colored hair brushed past his ears, shimmering slightly under the light.

After a while, he said, "Sure enough, I'm still a child."

"..."

He didn't mean to wait for her response, he closed his eyes, "I'll sleep for a while, wake me up when I arrive at the station."

Small sunglasses hung over his nose, covering his eyes.

Feeling the residual warmth of his cheeks, Ling Yao couldn't help but look at his side face for a while amidst the mottled light and shadow that continued to pass by.

Sunlight leaked in from the window like golden threads, drawing his outline into a slightly sad silhouette.

His eyes fell from his forehead, bridge of nose, lips, and chin.

Connected to the throat, the neck hidden under the collar.

In the tranquility where Gojo Satoru closed his eyes lightly, the carriage was almost silent. Everyone seemed to be drowsy during the ride, except for the slight roar when the vehicle rolled across the road.

She didn't know how long she looked at Gojo Satoru like this.

He seemed to be really asleep, and he never opened his eyes to expose her peeking behavior, and she stared at it tirelessly for a long, long time.

Until, the vibration of the phone brought her back to reality.

She took it out and saw that it was Momoi Wuyue. Ever since she asked Momoi Wuyue if she liked that feeling, her SMS bombardment hadn't stopped.

Momoi Wuyue persuasively persuaded: "The bell rings!!! Your boyfriend is so nice!! There's no reason to be tempted by others!! Please wake me up!!!"

She was still texting, and her phone vibrated and buzzed.

"This is really wrong! Unless your boyfriend is gay, it's really your fault!"

"What are you looking at?" Gojo Satoru's voice suddenly came from above his head.

The voice was a little hoarse and lazy.

Ling shook his head, he was still leaning on the back of the chair when he just fell asleep, his chin was slightly lifted, and his eyelids were lazily drooping down to look at her.

He seemed to have really slept, and the sharpness of his whole body was restrained a little, like a cat basking in the afternoon sun on the balcony in the afternoon.

She asked: "Are you gay?"

The light fell into his eyes, and there was a faint smile in his star-like eyes. His voice was low and amused: "What silly things are you talking about?"

It seemed that because he had just woken up, his tone was much gentler, and he didn't refute her fiercely like usual.

Then, those blue eyes that were as breathtaking as jewels in the light gave her a light look, and the corners of his lips curled up, "But if you are a boy, it's not impossible."

"..."

She stared blankly at his face, but he didn't avoid it, he still lay there lazily, his tall figure nestled in the seat, like a lazy cat.

The corners of the eyes and the brows are slightly soft and tired, and fine dust is flying in the light, dyed with gold, like countless gold flakes, shining in pieces.

And his figure in the golden splendor seems to be the most eye-catching stroke in the thickly smeared scroll.

Ling Yao held the phone tightly in her hand, and the vibrations still came from time to time.

Such a shock reminded her of Momoi Itsuki's answer.

After a while, she finally opened her mouth, but only asked an irrelevant question, "Did you fall asleep just now?"

Even I felt a little silly when I asked.

Gojo Satoru didn't seem to care about her stupidity, and the smile deepened with those extremely beautiful eyebrows and eyes, "It won't delay me if I fall asleep, I know you are peeking at me."

Likewise, his debunking is straightforward.

He continued to expose, with a raised voice, "And you watched it for a long time, huh?"

"that……"

"Huh?" He raised his eyebrows, and said clearly, "What's the reason this time?"

"I want to ask..." She paused, and clenched the phone tightly in her hand to muster up the courage to look up and look into his eyes, "Can you change it?"

His eyes are in the strong golden light, like luxurious and expensive gemstones, the blue is so breathtaking.

After hearing her question, he showed a little confusion, apparently not understanding what she was saying, "What is the change method?"

"That's... that is, after I've made up my mind, can I kiss your face in another way... I seem to be... a little..."

Head buried lower and lower.

He held the phone tightly, but when it came to the back, he was still more confident.

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and she almost lost her voice when she spoke.

However, she hadn't heard Gojo Satoru's voice, which made her even more uneasy, so she kept her head down, only seeing his long legs and his hand on one side.

Then I heard him laugh, very low, very low, as if it came from the chest cavity.

He chuckled uncontrollably.

Amidst the laughter, he said, "Are you seriously thinking about this?"

"..."

He restrained his smile and said, "Don't you also know that it's a joke? With your height, I won't give you a chance. You can't kiss at all, right?"

"That's obviously a joke, you idiot."

"..."

He tapped her on the head, "Besides, I won't let a fool come to be together. You just need to grow up."

Ling Yao still kept her head buried, she didn't dare to look at him, she kept her eyes down on the bracelet on his wrist.

She thought for a while, "So... will you kiss me then?"

"..."

Wujo Wujo clicked his tongue, "That's fine, then let's do it."