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Xuejian Weizhi was dizzy when she was awake.

She patted her face hard, and drove out her mind full of chickens and rabbits in the same cage, cows eating grass, and Xiaoming and Xiaohong's pursuit.

Mathematics, Zhizhi's eternal nightmare.

"My head hurts." The little girl said with a pale face, weakly, "Is this the infinite space? I would rather die in battle than do math papers and be dead."

Now she can't see the bright and bright appearance before, how pitiful the whole person is, with Wujo Wu's coat on her head weakly, holding her Wumaow doll in her arms.

Yukimi Mieda opened her eyes lazily, the surroundings were clean and white, the air smelled of disinfectant, it was obviously not Gojo Satoru's apartment.

"Are you awake?" A corner of the windbreaker was lifted, and the glaring white light shone under the clothes, Xue Jian Weizhi couldn't help but close his eyes.

Wu Meow in her arms was taken aside and replaced by a cup of fragrant hot cocoa.

"Teacher Wutiao." Zhizhi called out obediently, and took small sips of the hot cocoa.

She looks good again now, her eyelids are drooping, and her crow-feather-like eyelashes are distinct, making her look extraordinarily delicate and small.

Xuejian Weizhi was still wearing the black backless dress, with black roses stretched out on the naked collarbone, the branches hooked at the junction of the clothes and the skin, and the rest of the vines were hidden under the fabric and the whole picture could not be seen.

Mature and sexy dress, but the person is a small one.

Gojo Satoru's windbreaker was enough to wrap Yukimi Mie from head to toe without revealing any skin.She had huddled in the man's windbreaker to sleep before, only the sandals on her feet were taken off.

Gojo Satoru watched her little hamster drinking water as if stealing food, and he was not in a hurry, and waited until Xue saw that Weizhi was holding an empty cup and didn't know where to put it before reaching out to take it.

The prolonged silence did not make Xue Jian Weizhi uneasy, she was born without fear and fear, and her eyes rolled unnaturally, obviously making up excuses in her head.

To say that she is obedient is really wronged, full of evil intentions.

"Did you throw away the card issuer and choker?" Gojo Satoru asked a milder question to start the conversation.

"It may be on the cruise ship, or it may be at the bottom of the sea." Xuejian Weizhi picked up Wumeow and hugged her again, "The Supernatural Secret Service Division should have a backup... right?"

Wujo Satoru has been able to deal with the occasional synesthesia calmly, and there is nothing unusual on the outside.The kitten in Zhizhi's arms moved the tip of its tail and lay down comfortably.

Gojo Satoru pulled out a complicated password box from the side, and Yukimi Mie saw the logo of the Supernatural Secret Service Division at a glance.

Thank you, hardworking and reliable little bees of the people.

Xuejian Weizhi put Gojo Satoru's windbreaker as a cloak on his head, his smooth calves dangled by the bed, his bare feet were so white that his eyes dazzled.

Gojo Satoru grabbed the girl's wrist, pinched her thumb with his thumb and forefinger and pressed it against the surface of the lockbox.

Several interlaced blue lines flickered, and the lock opened crisply.

Sure enough, there were exactly the same dark gold reverse cross hairpin and black choker in the box. Gojo Satoru picked them up one by one and looked at them. Yukimi Mie squeezed his thumb quietly.

Why not let her get her fingerprints done herself?

Today's Wutiao teacher is a bit strange.

Gojo Satoru is not a person who does everything by himself. He has never been vague when he can be lazy, and his fishing skills are top-notch.

For the usual hygiene at home, if the cleaning aunt takes leave, it is usually Zhizhi who is doing it. After all, most of the house is filled with decorations brought by her miscellaneous things.

When Zhizhi is cleaning while wearing a newspaper hat, Gojo Satoru will lie leisurely on the sofa and read manga while ordering the little girl to run errands for him to get cakes and egg tarts, and pointing Zhizhi like a spinning top.

He is definitely not a person who is considerate of details. The students taught by Gojo Satoru are often too independent. This has a lot to do with their teacher who even wants students to write assignment reports.

Why did he take her by the hand to do such a trivial matter as fingerprinting?

Xuejian Weizhi didn't understand, and didn't take it seriously.It may be that today's teacher Wutiao has eaten the fruits of hard work, and he always has a lot of whim.

"Is it okay to put the hairpin here?" Gojo Satoru lifted up the girl's forehead hair, and gestured with the dark golden hairpin.

"Okay." Yukimi Mie couldn't see the position on the left and right, but the hairpin would be effective as long as he put it on.

Gojo Satoru squatted beside the hospital bed, his body was at the same level as Yukimi Mie, and he put on the hairpin for her very steadily, using the fixed palm to support the girl's side face.

After putting on the hairpin, Gojo Satoru turned to pick up the leather choker.

Her hand didn't seem to be broken... Zhizhi was in a daze for a second, it would be easier not to do it by herself, and she didn't resist.

The bottom surface of the choker is extremely soft, but the collar itself is an imprisoner that can suffocate people, and it will inevitably leave marks after long-term wearing.

The red mark on Xuejian Weizhi's neck was very light, but it was still vivid in Gojo Wu's eyes.

"Do you usually wear it very tightly?" The man's hand rubbed the skin on the girl's neck, and his fingertips traced across the deadly throat.

A very fine tremor passed over Gojo Satoru's fingertips.

"No." He made Zhizhi a little itchy, and raised his head unconsciously, "It's just right. But it will rub against the skin, and it will be strangled when it sweats."

Before the fight with Nakahara Nakaya, Yuki saw that Mie was in a high state, and there was a faint feeling of suffocation in the neck.

But this time is relatively rare, she is used to it, and does not feel uncomfortable.

"Hold it?" Gojo Satoru put a leather collar around the girl's neck, and the end of the strap passed through the metal buckle, gradually tightening, "Like this?"

Slow, gradually deepening suffocation.

The girl raised her head slightly, like a lamb who sacrificed herself on the altar, completely trusting the shepherd who wanted to cut her flesh.

Yukimi Mie blinked.

"It hurts a bit." She said honestly. "But it won't die, so the teacher can do whatever he wants."

Is Teacher Wutiao angry?What a naive means of revenge.

"I'm not interested in murdering students." Gojo Gojo loosened two compartments and put it on her loosely, which was even looser than when Xuejian Weizhi usually wears it herself.

The man said without beginning or end: "Sure enough, you don't know how to cry?"

The unspeakable imagination under the night sky has an answer, even if it strangles her throat to the verge of death, there will be no fear or crying in her eyes.

Zhizhi couldn't understand, Zhizhi didn't dare to speak.

After putting on the collar, the black rose on her skin gradually disappeared, but the strong floral fragrance like an illusion did not dissipate. Gojo Satoru leaned in and sniffed, and there was a hint of fishy sweetness on her lips and tongue.

Thick and sweet like honey brewed from blood.

"Bad boy." Gojo Satoru looked at her from bottom to top, eyes that contained the entire sky made it hard to see the real emotion.

He was half squatting, and Xue Jian Weizhi was sitting on the edge of the bed, with his legs hanging in the air.

"What's wrong with me?" Xue Jian Weizhi puffed up her face, "Today is just a little, a little bit out of line."

She has a valid reason!The cruise ship is a bad guy's cruise ship, and it carries very bad things on it. Isn't it natural to blow it up?

The fight with Nakaya-kun was also the same. The armed detective agency and the port Mafia's mortal enemy can't be defeated. Talking trash and provoking is the usual style of their martial detectives!Zhizhi just inherited the will of her best friend Osamu Dazai!

"Why didn't you tell the teacher about the expansion of the Zhizhi Society's domain? I was the last to see the tattoo of the black rose." Gojo Satoru pretended to cry and showed Zhizhi without the burden of the teacher, "Obviously I came first."

Xuejian Miie never thought that Gojo Satoru's focus was here.She gestured frantically: "The field unfolds, just, it's so good? Isn't it the kind of special skill that conjurers come with--know what spells to recite from birth and then blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. ..."

Zhizhi's voice became smaller and smaller: "I thought everyone would come, aren't domain development and spells all inscribed in the body of the conjurer..."

Gojo Satoru was silent.

It's so annoying, he didn't know it at the beginning.

Word spread that Zhizhi could be crushed to death by lemons.

"Where's the tattoo?" Gojo Satoru was brooding, "Is it a black rose? You didn't write a single word in your file."

"Because I saw it for the first time tonight." Seeing that Wei Zhi was innocent, she put her hand behind her back and touched her back, "Is it on the back too? I can't see it."

Yes, the shocking contrast of black and white, Gojo Satoru took a look and took off the windbreaker to cover her tightly, and it probably faded now.

"Is it gone? It's a pity." Xuejian Weizhi said regretfully, "I haven't had time to take pictures as a souvenir yet."

"There's nothing to shoot." Gojo Satoru tugged at the little girl's face, "Who do you want to show it to?"

"Hmm..." Xuejian Weizhi scratched her face and thought for a while, "Zhijun?"

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"Impossible." Gojo Wuga squeezed Zhizhi's face into red with all his strength, and he said as if warning, "Don't take off the choker casually, and the same goes for the halter skirt. Don't wear it anymore."

"Huh! Why?" Zhizhi held up the corner of her skirt in disbelief, "Isn't it pretty?"

She thinks it's pretty.

"It's not good-looking." Gojo Satoru said decisively, "A high-level specialist needs to have a high-level specialist's son. Isn't your uniform already ready and sent over? Why don't you see it?"

It's pitch black... Zhizhi's disgusted face.

"Can't you wear it at home?" Xuejian Weizhi really likes this skirt, she grabs Gojo Wu's sleeve and shakes it, "I think it looks good, I like it so much, let me wear it, let me wear it let me wear-"

"Can you feel a little conscious that you are living with an adult man?" Gojo Satoru asked angrily.

Ah, I know the basic sex education.Fukuzawa Yukichi and Kunikida Doppo specially took the textbooks to tell her, and she has basic common sense.

"But isn't Mr. Wujo my elder?" Yukimi Mie said as a matter of course, "The teacher is at the same level as the president in my heart."

She is respected and loved by Zhizhi, even her best friend Osamu Dazai is not treated!

Gojo Satoru understood the subtext of Yukami Mie strangely.

Her true definition of their relationship isn't even teacher-student.

— but grandparents.

Is there anything to avoid?Absolutely not!

"Thank you." Wutiao Wupi smiled, "Thank you for allowing me to have a granddaughter under the age of 30."

"You're welcome." Xuejian Weizhi said seriously, "The teacher looks like he's only 18 years old."

A handsome boy with a childlike face, a beauty with a frozen age, a man who can rely on his soft face to eat hard.

Based on Zhizhi's experience of pimping Osamu Dazai for so many years, Gojo Satoru must be a man who can shock the entire Japanese boyhood world once he goes into the sea.

This beauty bestowed by God must not be desecrated!