Huihui-jun is born, and the child is mine

Not long after Fu Heihui woke up, the "half/naked/male/corpse" in the room also woke up one by one.

The worst Gojo Satoru silently threw the scallions aside, shamelessly got into Fu Heihui's bed, and looked at Fu Hei with the expression of an innocent girl who had lost her virginity.

"Hui Hui is responsible for me..."

Fu Hei grabbed the pillow and pressed it to his face.

"Then am I also responsible for all the naked/men in this room?"

After waking up, the members of a certain detective agency and a certain black/hand/party quickly grabbed their clothes and put them on, and together they pressed the heads of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya to apologize to Fuhei and the others.

"No need to apologize, we have problems here too."

Although the memory is not complete, half of what happened last night was caused by Fu Hei when he was drunk, and he cannot be completely blamed.

"The compensation for KTV should be taken care of by our great guardian Gojo Satoru."

"Then how can it be, the wall was destroyed by these two people, let them pay for it!" Kunikida pressed the back of Dazai Osamu's head and knocked him to the ground.

"But Kunikida-kun also broke two vases and a table."

Osamu Dazai lay on the ground with his butt pouted topless. Although he looked very embarrassing, he didn't feel ashamed at all.

"In the end, it's not all because of the special 'oolong tea' you paired!" Nakahara kicked Osamu Dazai's ass/ass. "Where's the green onion?"

Fukurohui silently handed it over, and Nakahara Chuya picked up the green onion and was about to tear Dazai Osamu's pants.

"Stop! There are still ladies here, don't let them see such a dirty picture!"

Kunikida called Nakajima Atsushi and Akutagawa, who had been expressionless, to stop them.

"Well, although there were a lot of troubles, everyone had a great time, so each should pay half."

Gojo Satoru, who was as cheeky as Osamu Dazai, was not at all afraid of Fukuroe's death gaze, as if he was lying on his own bed casually, and he didn't even have the intention of getting up.

Fu Heihui lifted the quilt and kicked him down.

"Don't talk about payment with a straight face on someone else's bed!"

After driving the group of troublemakers out of the room, Fu Hei woke up Katsuobu and Nagasaki and the others, packed up and sent them back to their room to rest.

Fortunately, today is a rest day, and there are no assignments or classes, otherwise there will be a spectacle of students and teachers skipping classes together in the college.

However, after sending everyone away, Fu Hei, who was alone in the room, sat at the desk and read the book for an hour, but only turned one page.

The memory left in his mind last night really made him unable to calm down.

I actually said "I like Teacher Wutiao the most" in front of so many people! ?He even took the initiative to kiss her! ?

No no no, that must not be true.

It must be a problem with his memory after he was drunk, it must be the hallucination produced by the brain bewitched by alcohol, or he was dreaming.

……

But having this kind of dream is also very problematic.

Fu Hei, who failed to calm down, decided to go for a walk to divert his attention.

When Fu Hei, who had changed into his private server, pushed open the door, he met the person he least wanted to see at this moment.

"Teacher Wutiao... why are you here again?"

Gojo Satoru was also wearing private clothes, with the familiar pair of round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, he smiled and greeted Fu Hei with his shoulders crooked.

"How are you resting? Headache?"

Gojo Satoru usually likes to cover his eyes. Every time he speaks, Fu Heihui stares at his mouth habitually. He didn't find it strange before, but now he feels different.

Fu Heihui's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he couldn't help but raise his arms to cover his face.

"Huh? What's wrong with Hui? Fever?" Seeing that he was behaving strangely, Wujo Wutiao leaned forward and lifted his bangs to his forehead. "It's not hot? Is it uncomfortable somewhere?"

Seeing Gojo Satoru was exciting enough, but this guy took the initiative to post it, and the distance is so close, it's almost like kissing...

Fuhei felt like the mantra spirit with Mount Fuji on his head at this moment, and if he got in touch with Gojo Satoru in this way, he might not be about to erupt directly from an extinct volcano.

Fu Heihui raised his hand to Wutiao Wu's chest/chest, opened the distance between the two, turned his head away and gave the order to drive away.

"Is there anything Mr. Wujo can do for me? If you have nothing to do, please come back..."

Gojo Satoru, who is tall and burly, is very powerful. Fuhei didn't push him away with one hand, but was held by the wrist.

"Really okay? We were so intense last night, your body..."

Instinctively told Fu Heihui that what this unscrupulous teacher would say later would make him very uncomfortable, so he blocked Wujo Wu's mouth with his hand before thinking.

Thanks to Wujo Wu's broken mouth, the abnormal reaction has faded, and Fu Heihui's face is no longer red.

"Don't say strange things!"

"No no no."

Gojo Satoru, whose mouth was covered, faltered desperately as if defending himself.

"So what do you want me for?" Fu Heihui sighed.

The sunglasses slid down from the bridge of the nose, Gojo Goku blinked his eyes to show that he couldn't speak, and Fu Hei let go.

"Check if Kei is pregnant..."

Fu Hei, who was on the upper body of the evil ghost, raised his hand to pinch Gojo Wu's cheek, and asked every word in a word.

"Say it again?"

Gojo Satoru knelt down in front of Fukuroi like an elementary school student being lectured.

"I was pregnant."

Fu Heihui stared at him condescendingly.

"I'm with scallions."

When the knotweed holding the mini Su Nuo pushed out the door, it bumped into the scene next door.

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Shocked Huzi for 1 years.

感谢在2021-02-0917:49:41~2021-02-1020:01:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast rockets: 3 and [-] directors of the Political and Education Department of Chunai High School;

Thanks to the little angels who cast the landmines: the fifth director of the political and educational department of Chunai High School, the dog rolls of the second grade of the Chunai High School, and the five chickens of the third grade of the Chunai High School;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!