The head pillar also wants to be removed today

"very painful!"

Gojo Satoru leaned on the back of his chair, yelling.

"Glass, take it easy!"

He condescendingly nestled on the chair in the infirmary, and his back was burned uncomfortably by the hard back of the chair.

"Deserving it."

Jia Ruozi took the opportunity to knock the young DK's head lightly and hard, which aroused dissatisfied murmurs from the people in front of him.

She gloated a little, "When Jie comes back, you will feel better."

After all, another friend's resentment has already been conveyed directly to Dajia Ruozi through the screen.

"Tch, who is afraid of him."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, and then he was hit hard and softly by the samurai who was inspecting him, reluctant to continue to maintain the position just now.

But he was right, at worst, the two of them would fight after Xia Youjie came back, and Wujo Wu was not afraid.

Sending the strongest him to do such a boring task, it can't be blamed for him running away halfway.

Nocturne Zhengdao did not hold back on the love education of children with problems like Wujo Wu, and Wujo Wu had a big bump on his head almost instantly.

Anyway, he was caught, so Wujo Wutiao just stayed in the infirmary and refused to leave, as if he was cheating and asked his family to use nitrous to heal his head injury.

"I don't."

Tanjiro, who was standing beside him, coughed uncontrollably due to the strong and pungent smell of a cigarette in his mouth.

"Hey, Nitro."

Gojo Satoru glanced at Tanjirou, who was coughing non-stop and seemed to be suffering from choking.

"Put out your cigarette."

"what?"

Jia Ruozi curled his lips, his expression seemed rather reluctant, but he still extinguished the cigarette between his fingers.

She raised her eyebrows, rarely surprised.

"You didn't care about it before."

"It stinks to death."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand in front of his nose in disgust, and the words on his mouth could not bear the urge to beat up the young dk even if he was a fan.

"Glass, you smoke all day long, be careful that you will get wrinkles in the future, and you will age faster."

"Crack." Jiarui Nizi almost crushed the glass in his hand.

She gritted her teeth, getting old is probably a minefield for all women.

"It doesn't bother you anymore!"

"Also, you smoked that idiot over there so hard he couldn't breathe."

"Eh, me?"

Tanjiro raised his head blankly, and pointed back at himself in surprise.

His sense of smell was already exceptionally sensitive, and when he suddenly came into contact with such a strong and stimulating smell like nicotine, his nasal cavity felt as if it had been scalded. It almost made him unable to breathe.

Even now, his nose is still full of that irritating and unpleasant smell, which made the corners of his eyes red, and he couldn't react in his mind for a long time.

"What?" Tanjiro was equally puzzled by Iirui Glass.

She looked around the infirmary for a week, but she didn't find anyone other than her and Gojo Satoru.

"I don't have anyone else here."

After finishing speaking, Jiarui Nizi couldn't help sighing again.

She obviously took this incident as a prank by Gojo Gojo, "Wujo, this is not fun."

Not to mention that there is no way to hide people in this small infirmary of hers, even if the Noctua Moth just left angrily just now, it is impossible for her to be unaware.

As for the curse spirit, it is even more impossible. Not all messy curse spirits can run in the enchantment of the high school.

"Eh? Nitro, you——no, it's nothing."

The young DK spoke halfway, suddenly his eyes rolled, his voice turned, and he swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Judging from the appearance of Masamune just now, Tanjiro didn't seem to be there either.

Reminiscent of Tanjiro's ghost state at the moment, and the three-meter distance bound to him inexplicably——

The white-haired college student unconsciously hooked the corners of his lips, and coughed twice before being discovered, trying to hide this curvature.

Some kind of imperceptible secret joy quietly rose from the bottom of his heart, and then flowed to the whole body along the blood vessels, making the young DK feel a little light, and his mind was more like being immersed in a soft cloud, soft and warm The Yangyang feeling made Gojo Satoru feel novelty.

If he guessed correctly, he should be the only one who can see Tanjiro.

The white-haired future strongest silently covered his face.

This setting looks so bloody.

——But why poke him inexplicably!

"Since there's nothing else to do, you can go now."

Unable to understand what kind of madness a certain Six Eyes is going, Jiarui Nizi yawned and started to chase away people.

She had stayed up all night, and before she could catch up on sleep, she was woken up violently by Gojo Satoru, and she felt that she had a really good temper if she could resist not directly driving people away from home.

"Hey wait, Nitro, you haven't finished reading for me yet!"

Gojo Satoru hurriedly called to stop the house where he was driven out.

"My head still hurts like hell."

If beating is kissing and scolding is love, then it is estimated that Noctua Masato's "love" for Wujo Wu can shake the world and weep ghosts and gods.

"It's time for you to learn a lesson, Wu."

Jia Ruozi spoke earnestly, "And my reversal technique is not used to treat such trivial injuries."

All in all, Gojo Satoru did it all by herself, and her family refused to treat it.

"no!"

Gojo Satoru pointed to his forehead angrily.

"Glass, help me look here."

The place Tanjiro hit was still aching, and even the pain in this place made him grin his teeth even more than the education of Masamune Masatoai, and it was hard to ignore.

"What's the matter?"

In her eyes, Wujo Wu's forehead was clean, without any wounds, and she didn't know what to look at.

"Isn't there a big lump here?"

"No." Jia Ruozi couldn't hold back, and patted Gojo Satoru on the forehead, and was glared at by the young DK rather unhappily.

"Your forehead is very smooth, there is no wound at all."

"Also, Wu."

Adhering to the friendship of classmates, Jiarui Nizi narrowed his eyes and gave advice quite seriously.

"If there is something wrong with your brain, I still suggest you go to the hospital. After all, the reverse surgery can't heal your brain."

Gojo Satoru: ...

Gojo Satoru slams the door and walks away.

"Wu Jun."

Tanjiro followed Gojo Satoru, looking worriedly at Gojo Satoru's red and swollen forehead and the big bump on top of his head,

"Are you really okay?"

The brain suffered two critical blows in one day, wouldn't the young dk's brain really become stupid?

"Whose fault is this?"

Gojo Satoru glared at Tanjiro unhappily.

If Tanjiro hadn't hit him on the head, would he have gone to the infirmary and got caught by Masamichi Moth?

Gojo Gojo, who was completely venting his anger, stood in front of Tanjirou, blocking the ghost's way, crossed his arms, and looked down at Tanjirou from a high position, as if he would never let him go unless he was given a satisfactory solution.

"Then how are you going to compensate me?"

He is completely unreasonable and unreasonable.

"Um……"

Even Tanjiro felt a little embarrassed at this moment.

The crimson-haired young ghost frowned tightly, thinking hard for a long time.

I don't know why, but looking at Gojo Satoru, he always thinks of his younger brothers and sisters.

"Wu-jun, squat down."

The elder brother's instinct revived in his blood, Tanjiro waved his hand, signaling the young DK to squat down.

Gojo Satoru didn't understand what Tanjirou wanted to do, but maybe because of curiosity, or maybe because he trusted Tanjirou, he followed Tanjirou's movements and squatted down, putting his head in front of Tanjirou.

Then, the young DK felt a pair of warm hands gently holding his ears, and the warm touch of the palms suddenly stimulated the white-haired high school student's ears to turn red.

Gojo Satoru suddenly opened his eyes wide, obviously only his ears were being held, but he felt that his face seemed to be soaked by the temperature of his palm, and it became hot instantly.

"Hey, you want to-"

What?

Before Wutiao Wu could finish his words, he suddenly felt the hands leave his face, lightly lifted his snow-white forehead hair, and then sprayed a soft, moist breath on his forehead.

"Huh—" Tanjiro gently blew on the redness on Gojo Satoru's forehead in the same way he used to coax his younger brothers and sisters.

"Pain is flying away!"

He did the same thing again, gently brushing away the five strands of Wu Wu's hair on top of his head, revealing the slightly red and swollen place hit by the noctuid moth Zhengdao.

The same soft breath fell on the top of the head, Gojo Satoru squatted in front of Tanjiro, his mind was like a severely overloaded cu, he couldn't feel anything except Tanjirou's gentle voice and the ghost's unique warm breath.

After finishing such a set, Tanjiro seemed to feel that it was not enough, his soft lips gently pressed against the young DK's hair, and he chuckled softly.

Gojo Satoru just leaned against Tanjirou's lungs, and the slight vibration of the lungs when the young man smiled seemed to be transmitted to his heart along the flesh and blood vessels, causing a burst of hot and numb ears.

"Wu-jun, do you still feel pain now?"

Holding the white, fluffy head in his arms, Tanjiro asked with a smile.

"and many more!"

Just as he was about to let go, Gojo Satoru suddenly yelled to stop his movements, and even grabbed Tanjiro's arm, insisting that he would not let go.

"Don't look down!"

Without giving Tanjirou a chance to continue asking, Gojo Satoru buried his face in Tanjirou's arms directly, and the voice that came out was muffled.

very strange.Gojo Satoru thought about it in a daze.

This guy is obviously just a ghost, why is his arms so warm?

"Hmm..." Tanjiro was a little embarrassed.

Gojo Satoru's hairy head was still arching back and forth in his arms.He was much taller than Tanjiro, even if he squatted down and put his head in his arms as much as possible, a lot of hair fell on the side of Tanjirou's neck, which made him itchy and couldn't help laughing.

"I'm itchy when you're like this."

Such Wu Jun is like a cat.

Tanjiro slowly touched his head in his arms, thinking about it one after another.

"Enlightenment."

After finally finishing the task, Xia Youjie, who had come all the way back to find Wutiao Wutiao to settle the accounts, had just followed the guidance of the curse spirit, and this was what he saw.

Xia Youjie: ...

Xia Youjie: "Sorry to bother you."

Such an outrageously obedient Wujo Wu, didn't he really walk into the illusion of some cursed spirit?