Only 5t5 persecuted world

In the middle of the night, no cake shop is open 24 hours a day. Even if Yi Dizhi apologizes with death, he can't buy back the high-end customized blueberry cheesecake that Wujo Wu specified.

He has no shortage of sweets, and Gojo Satoru ate up the souvenirs he ran to buy during the mission, and Xi Jiufu's packaging bags piled up into a high mountain.

Gojo Satoru held a puff filled with cream and delivered it to his mouth.He ate a whole puff in one bite, his cheeks puffed up, and the overflowing cream was wiped away with his thumb.

The puffs that Wujo Satoru liked in the past are not sweet enough no matter how you eat them. They are all good but lack a little soul and taste.

"Because of her trouble, even Xijiufu is no longer fragrant." Gojo Gojo clicked his tongue unhappily.

The tip of the man's tongue touched the palate, and his heartburning stomach did not restrain itself after eating a lot of sweets, clamoring for dissatisfaction.

The more you can't get it, the more you miss it.He didn't want that piece of blueberry cheesecake that much at first, it was all Yukimi Mie's fault, he called to eat it so sweet on purpose, it made his throat tickle.

What's so great about a piece of cake, as soon as the store opens tomorrow, he will teleport over and buy ten or eight of them to eat as he pleases.

Gojo Wujo got up impatiently, the unsatisfied appetite made the tall man sleepy, his distinct white eyelashes drooping, like a ferocious beast struggling to endure hunger before hunting.

The non-stop work pressure of continuous rotation for a month is like a volcano about to erupt. It is covered by brown soil with dry cracks and cracks. The bright red magma is dormant and flowing, like an abyss dragon with one eye open.

Gojo Satoru walked into the shower room and turned on the cold water directly.

Remove the no-lower-limit technique, and the water pattern kisses the skin that God loves.The icy water in midsummer made him feel better, pouring out the tyrannical emotions in his head from talking with the rotten oranges into the water.

"Huh." Gojo Satoru exhaled, and took off the clothes that were wet and stuck to his skin and threw them into the laundry basket.

The tall figure of 1.9 meters stands in the center of the shower room, the nozzle wets the snow-white hair, and drops of water slide along the tail of the hair, across the cheeks, and finally submerged in the white mist.

Gojo Satoru's figure is not as exaggerated as that of a gym coach. Every muscle in him is full of the sense of strength he has cultivated in years of fighting, which makes his blood spurt.The waist and abdomen are strong, the body is slender, the lines are clean and neat, and the sense of oppression is full.

As the cold water poured down, Gojo Satoru picked up the mobile phone in the waterproof bag and took a look: "At this point, you should be asleep?"

Yukimi Mie's eating and broadcasting was interrupted by the report in the middle, and Gojo Satoru was dissatisfied with the status quo that he could not eat sweets, so he grabbed the report and made unreasonable demands, which made the little girl bit her pen bitterly After thinking hard, he simply hung up the phone.

The unscrupulous teacher who harms others and does not benefit himself is relieved, humming a song and planning to buy ten cakes of the same style and put them together for a photo.

After taking a shower, Gojo Satoru wiped his hair carelessly, and smashed himself into the soft bed with his half-wet white hair.

He closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep.

Ten seconds later, the blue pupil of the sky opened suddenly.

Suffocation, a subtle and non-disgusting but real sense of suffocation surrounded Gojo Satoru, suppressing it from all directions.

To describe it in a metaphorical sentence: He seems to be hugged by someone from head to toe.

Let's first confirm a fact-Gojo Satoru is 1.9 meters, a real net height, without water.

Who can hold him in his arms from beginning to end?A three-meter behemoth?

The white-haired young man sat up and rubbed his back strangely.

That's right, the touch of being hugged by a pair of arms on the back is vivid, the tip of his nose is buried in a softer place, and the whole face is surrounded by fleshy softness.

There is one thing to say—he actually felt quite comfortable, but it was a little bit inexplicable.

"What's going on?" Wutiao Wu couldn't figure it out, "Is there a curse spirit who stays up in the middle of the night and conducts a sneak attack?"

Impossible, where does the magic spirit come from that can break through the infinite absolute defense and bring a substantial touch to Gojo Satoru?

The six eyes bestowed by the gods carefully inspected the surroundings, and finally, Gojo Satoru saw a wave of spell power in the void.

It is his own spell power.

This is very strange.

Gojo Satoru couldn't fall asleep at all, he rolled over and sat up excitedly, hooking the mantra in the void into his hand.

Six Eyes can see through any traces of spell power and solve all mysteries. The moment Gojo Satoru touched the spell power, his senses spread infinitely to somewhere in the distant night sky.

Bluetooth is connected and starts to resonate.

It was a reassuring darkness, the people around were breathing long, and the tip of Gojo Wu's nose lingered with a faint warm fragrance, which could not be smelled, but it had an indescribably good smell.

He tried to blink to see better, only to find that he had no eyelids?

No one would sew eyelids on a felt doll, it was created to guard every girl's dreams in the dead of night.

Gojo Satoru looked down at his short hands and legs, and picked up the limp tail behind him.

Hey guy, which game is this from?

He probably knew what happened. Gojo Satoru had once infused Zhizhi's favorite cat doll with spell power, and made a semi-finished spell skeleton by mistake.

The other functions of this cat's mantra have not yet been developed, and the only one developed is the source of Gojo Satoru's suffocation tonight-sensory resonance.

"...Why didn't I know that she has a hobby of sleeping with dolls?" Wujo Wugekong lost some magic power to the curse, and the cat swiped its short hand to try to break free from the girl's embrace.

Sensing that the furry in his arms was about to run away, Yukimi Mie subconsciously tightened her arms.

The five cats and cats kicked their legs helplessly, with the pink cat's tongue sticking out, vividly interpreting the despair of a hanged ghost.

Help, I'm about to suffocate, please.

Maomao punched repeatedly, and the five Wujou hit the super-level curse spirit had never been so strenuous. After finally prying away a trace of air attack, he immediately controlled the five cats and cats to stay away from the terrible humans.

"Wu Meow... don't run away..." The sleeping little girl muttered vaguely, she turned over, closed her eyes and groped on the bed, "Hey, let me hug..."

Gojo Satoru stopped for a second when he was called "Wu Meow", the girl's soft hand hooked back, and the five cats and cats rolled back to their original positions.

"You're so good." Seeing Weizhi half asleep and half awake, Xue Jian lowered her head and kissed Mao Mao on the head, "Don't make trouble, I'm so sleepy."

The wet lips were separated at the touch, and Gojo Satoru only felt his forehead being kissed by the breeze accompanied by wet rain, and there was not even a trace left after a short while, just like an illusion.

In the middle of the night, he was molested by students, where is the reasoning?

Seeing that Weizhi was so sleepy that she could still talk to the doll, her voice was soft and soft, like a soft cake in her mouth, and she coaxed the five cats obediently for a long time.

Gojo Satoru is lying on a kingsize bed in the hotel, looking at the ceiling, and listening to the little girl coaxing the cat doll to sleep.

"Wu Meow...she really knows how to choose names." The man gritted his teeth.

The name is the shortest spell, similar appearance, the same source of spell power and the last name as a connection, it is strange that the spell body is not formed.

"Student Xue Jian, he has no respect for his superiors, and he has no respect for his teacher." Gotiaowu heard the words obediently obediently and obediently obediently right in Wutiaowu's ear, making his expression numb. "Xi Jiufu is now sentenced to be confiscated."

Have you seen this bag of souvenirs?He ate them all and won't give you any!

"Lululu, our sweet baby sleeps, sleeps to grow taller, and feeds fat to eat delicious..." Xue saw that Weizhi was already asleep, but his soul held his breath to coax meow.

She babbled and began to play: "Today, I will bring you a three-eat meal, cold and braised stewed cat's claws, steamed sweet and sour with a little salt, pepper and salt are spicy and delicious. The pickled cabbage is a bit sweet..."

Sing no more!Gojo Satoru is so hungry, so hungry, he is really hungry.

"In the previous life, I killed pigs and taught in the next life, and the pigs I killed became the books I teach." Wujo Wu clasped his hands and folded them on his chest, wrapped the snow-white sheets around his body, and closed his eyes peacefully.

Don't mention the name of the dish, wouldn't it be more appropriate to sing him Hallelujah?

Wu Miao, who was lying on Yukimi Mie's bed, patted her short hands very perfunctorily after listening to her countless cooking techniques.

Good singing, can you sleep now?

That's it, Xuejian Weizhi fell to the ground holding Mao Mao's soul, and returned to her dream full of cakes and marshmallows.

"Good night... Teacher Wutiao..." Zhizhi, who was extremely sleepy, opened his mouth and pressed the cat doll to his chest, resting his chin on top of Maomao's head, unable to get up again.

Wujo Gocai was a little dazed because of the phrase "Gojo teacher", and suddenly, the suffocation feeling he had relaxed before came back aggressively, pressing his whole body into softness.

It seems to fall into a swimming pool paved with countless puddings, and there is a sweet and soft fragrance in all directions.

"...I don't know anything." Wujo Wu said calmly after a while, "What did Teacher Wujo do wrong?"

Teacher Wutiao did nothing wrong, the fault was that he shouldn't have poured mantra power into the mantra that day.

The cause of the day before yesterday is the fruit of today, the way of heaven is good for reincarnation.

Gojo Satoru decides to sleep, and one cannot help but sleep.As if it was a dream, I was still very moved when I woke up.When he wakes up tomorrow, he will send a box of high-level math test papers to Xuejian Weizhi, and teach the unlucky students the basic etiquette of respecting teachers.

At the very least, she can't be called obedient to a doll named Wu Meow.

It's not okay to be a good baby. Don't you want to lose face?

"I want to tell Zhizhi that she will respect Wumao the same way she respects Teacher Wujo, and offer her cakes, candies, and thick snacks to the teacher devoutly." Wujo Wu nodded in satisfaction.

Instead of reporting the name of the dish to Wu Miao in the middle of the night, forcefully starving Wutiao Wu Ting to the point of scratching his heart and lungs.

Gojo Satoru didn't realize that he had deeply accepted the name Gomeow and equated himself with the cat doll in Zhizhi's arms.

Xue Jian Weizhi, a world-class brainwashing master.

After half an hour, Gojo Satoru adapted to the suffocating environment surrounded by pudding, and quickly fell asleep.

After a few hours, the suffocation that engulfed him was gone.Gojo Satoru vaguely felt a pain in his waist and abdomen in his sleep, but he didn't take it seriously and continued to sleep.

The next morning, Xuejian Weizhi was woken up by the alarm clock. She clenched her hands into fists and rubbed her eyes sleepily while patting on the bed: "Get up obediently... Hey, where's Wumiao?"

The little girl yawned big, and half-kneeled on the bed to search.

"Here." Xuejian Weizhi lay on the bed and reached out to reach the white cat doll that rolled down on the edge of the carpet. She smoothed the cat's fur, "Baby, why did you roll under the bed?"

She vaguely remembered that Wu Miao was also rolling around on the bed under the influence of some mysterious force last night, refusing to sleep well.

"As expected of the felt made by Principal Noctua Moth, it is so high-tech." Zhi Zhi admired it all over his face.

"Did you roll under the bed by yourself?" Xue Jian Weizhi put the doll away, talking to herself in confusion.

No, Wu Meow's two blue eyes made of glass beads are full of indifference.

It was you who kicked me off.

In the first half of the night, you would call someone Xiao Tiantian with a word of "beautiful baby", and in the second half of the night, you would kick him five meters away if you thought he was preventing you from turning over.

Little classmate, bully the teacher and destroy the ancestors, you will have no sweets next month.

On the other hand, Gojo Satoru rarely had a good night's sleep.

He originally thought that the ubiquitous suffocation would make him vigilant and difficult to fall asleep, but maybe the light and sweet smell in the dream was very similar to Gojo Satoru's favorite sweets. He was surrounded by sweet fragrance, like a bird curled up in the A cat sleeping under a parasol.

The hair is combed warmly and gently, the eyes are closed and the glare of the sun is invisible, and the tasks piled on the shoulders are not worried that the tasks on the shoulders will fall down and crush the person. The big lazy waist continued to sleep soundly.

When the suffocation disappeared, the hand that was caressing the back was gone, and it was empty.Gojo Satoru wanted her to continue smoothing his hair, but he couldn't feel the familiar breath.The big cat with its belly stretched out shrank its body, unsteadily falling into an empty dream.

Why don't you keep touching it?Is his fur not soft and pretty enough?The big cat in the dream muttered dissatisfiedly.

When Gojo Wujo woke up, he could no longer remember the dream from last night, and only vaguely felt that he had eaten a super delicious dessert that he liked the most.

One tempting pattern after another slipped through his mind and was crossed out one by one. The man who was about to go out for food stood in the porch and thought for a while: "Strange... Which one is my favorite?"

They are all delicious snacks that he likes, but where is the "most"?

"Forget it." Thinking to no avail, Gojo Satoru attributed it to the wonderful idea in the morning, and quickly put it behind him, "Today we agreed to buy ten blueberry cheesecakes."

Gojo Satoru, a heavy sweet tooth lover, owns the VIP of almost all high-end cake shops in Japan. He handed the black card and VIP card to the clerk together, and took away ten cakes without changing his expression under the baptism of the eyes of the whole shop "this person is so delicious" .

Ten washbasin-sized cakes were lined up, Gojo Satoru took a picture with his mobile phone, and sent it to Yukimi Mie, who he remarked as [Rebel].

[Rebel:! ! ! 】

【Good-looking-guy teacher Wutiao: It’s a pity, we can’t even eat a bite (Maomao pretends to sigh.jpg)】

[Good-looking-guy Wutiao teacher: Zhizhi had a delicious meal last night, I couldn't resist finishing the Xijiufu I was going to bring you, what a pity. 】

[Rebel: ... Teacher Wutiao, eat so much and be careful to gain weight in middle age (gently)]

The traitor was so angry that he blacklisted his mentor, Gojo Satoru shrugged at the red exclamation mark after the message, and happily picked up the spoon.

He dug a spoonful of snow-white cream into his mouth, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

"not sweet."

Gojo Satoru simply tasted the remaining nine cakes one by one, they were not sweet enough, not fragrant enough, not delicate enough, not good-looking enough, the ten cakes were exactly the same from start to finish, but none of them satisfied him.

It seems that these ten pieces of freshly baked cakes can't compare with the blueberry cheesecake that has been refrigerated for three or four days last night, and its flavor has long since deteriorated.

"Evil door..." The man dropped the spoon and said angrily, "Could someone have tricked me?"