I became a heartthrob after being cursed into a cat

By the time Songneche realized it, he was already standing on a strange street.

He couldn't help but look up at Wujo Wu beside him: "Teacher Wujo, you teleported me again..."

At this time, Gojo Satoru seemed to be proudly nodded: "I used teleportation to bring Xiao Che out to play again."

Matsunechi choked for a moment at Gojo Satoru's words: "..."

Gojo Satoru slightly tilted his head to look at Matsunai Che's face, and then asked, "Is Xiao Che unhappy?"

It looked like a sad-faced kitten.

Gojo Satoru made the decision without authorization at first, but after being asked by Gojo Satoru, Matsunechi suddenly felt a little embarrassed:

"It's not that I'm unhappy...just..."

Before Song Neiche finished speaking, Gojo Gojo made a clear expression in the next second: "I see."

Songneche suddenly felt confused: "What do you know?"

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand and put it on Matsunai Che's shoulder, with a strong remorse in his tone:

"It's all my fault, teacher."

Songneche blinked his eyes: "Huh?"

Gojo Wu shook his head and said, "Xiao Che must be disappointed that the teacher didn't bring you home."

Songneche: "Huh??"

Gojo Satoru looked at Che Matsunai seriously and said, "Do you want the luxurious cat house that the teacher prepared for you?"

Song Neche, who was reminded of the past, suddenly felt speechless: "No..."

He was eager to refute, but the wayward teacher took him back to the familiar single-family luxury villa in the next second.

"..."

Song Naiche didn't know what to say at all.

Who remembers that they went to dinner in the first place?

What are you going to do now...

Unexpectedly, when Matsunai Che was confused, Gojo Satoru who entered the door directly took him to the sofa:

"Che, just sit here and watch TV, or if you can't help it, you can also go to the cat house to play."

Songnei Che blushed suddenly and said, "I can't help it!"

After teasing the students successfully, Gojo Satoru walked towards the kitchen with a smile.

Song Naiche, who was sitting on the sofa, turned his head curiously to look in the direction Gojo Satoru left, and couldn't help being surprised when he found that the man reached out for a black apron:

Mr. Wutiao, are you going to cook by yourself?

At this moment, Wujo Gojo seemed to have sensed Song Nei Che's gaze towards him. He raised his eyes and glanced at the surprised Song Nei Che, and a shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"What is Xiao Che looking at?"

Gojo Satoru, who had tied up his apron, looked up at Matsunai Che and continued:

"Are you starting to admire the teacher that I can cook?"

Song Neiche, who was found peeking, immediately turned his head nervously, and responded, "No! I just didn't expect you, Mr. Wujo, to be able to cook..."

Gojo Satoru quickly said: "Of course, there is nothing the teacher can't do~"

At this time, Matsuuchi Cheko, whose back was facing Wujo Wu, couldn't help but smile after hearing Wujo Wu's words: "Teacher is talking big."

Gojo Gojo snorted: "Wait to eat, you will know the omnipotence of the teacher later."

Listening to Gojo Satoru's fart words, Song Naiche, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, didn't respond, but the smile in his eyes deepened.

After a while, Song Nai Che, who was watching the horoscope on TV, suddenly smelled a very tempting aroma of food.

He couldn't help turning his head a little distracted, wanting to see what Gojo Satoru was doing.

But before he could see what Gojo Satoru was doing, he was caught by the busy "chef" in the kitchen: "Xiao Che is hungry."

Song Neiche, who was caught on the spot, turned his head quickly and said stiffly, "No way!"

But at this time Gojo Wu said to Matsunai Che: "Little Che, come in and help me."

Matsunai Che, who had turned his back to Wujo Wu, stood up immediately and walked over: "Okay!"

"Help me take out the pot and it will be ok."

Gojo Wujo turned around and said.

Matsunachi nodded, then picked up the shovel and looked into the pot curiously, and found that it was deep-fried tempura.

It's my favorite food...

Holding the handle of the pot in one hand and the shovel in the other, Matsunai Che was just about to take out the tempura inside, but suddenly saw the long and white hands of Gojo Wu stretched out in front of him.Gojo Satoru held a big blessing and handed it to his mouth.

Then Song Naiche heard Gojo Gojo whisper in his ear: "I just took it, I washed my hands."

At this time, Song Neiche, who couldn't spare his hand to catch it, hesitated for a moment, and finally bit Wujou's hand unnaturally.

After biting into the soft and sweet cream, the sweet and fragrant Song Neiche yelled in his heart:

I seemed to accidentally lick five of the teacher's fingers just now.

But who knew that in the next second, the strawberry Daifuku that he took a bite of suddenly moved away from his mouth.

Song Naiche turned his head suspiciously, only to find Gojo Gojo nonchalantly eating the Daifuku he bit into just now, while washing the vegetables with the other hand.

Matsunai Che opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything in the face of Gojo Satoru's natural appearance, and finally he had to turn his head, his cheeks were slightly flushed and filled with tempura.

After tossing around for a while, the two of them sat down at the dining table of Wujo Wujia.

Gojo Satoru put his chin in his hands and looked at Matsunai Che who was opposite: "Try it."

Song Naiche looked at the table in front of him, which was delicate and exuding bursts of tempting aroma, tangled up and down, and then picked up the butter-baked mushrooms in front of him.

Song Neiche opened his eyes slightly in surprise: "It's delicious..."

The aroma of the cream is entwined on the soft mushrooms, which melts in the mouth and leaves a lasting fragrance in the mouth.

Mushrooms turned out to be so delicious.

But Gojo Satoru said with a smile: "Teacher is not talking too much."

Song Neche couldn't help but nodded in admiration: "It's really delicious. I didn't expect Mr. Wutiao to be so good at cooking."

It may be that I often cook alone at home.

Although I used to cook for Naota often, but it is not as delicious as Mr. Wujo's cooking. I will ask him for his secret later.

Matsunai Che took a small bite of the tempura Gojo Goku gave him, thinking to himself.

But at this time Gojo Satoru suddenly said, "It seems like five years ago that I cooked last time."

"Cough, cough, cough." Song Neche coughed for a while, and then raised his head in disbelief: "Five years?!"

Gojo Satoru nodded: "Five years ago, I was too lazy to go out and felt that I was going to starve to death, so I cooked ramen for myself."

Song Neiche was silent: "..."

After a while, he couldn't help but asked, "Then why are you so good at cooking, Mr. Wutiao?"

Gojo Satoru casually inserted a piece of red wine beef. He glanced at the fork in his hand and said, "Isn't this very simple, just look at the menu and follow the process."

Song Neiche asked with an attitude of humbly asking for advice: "Then can you ask Mr. Wutiao which menu is he reading?"

Gojo Satoru looked at Matsunai Che with a smile: "I forgot, it seems that I found it at home when I was nine years old."

Song Neiche was completely silent: "..."

In the end, he chose to bow his head in silence and eat seriously.

so delicious...

Satisfied, Matsunechi took the last bite of the glutinous rice dumpling that Gojo Satoru brought as a dessert, and then stood up to wash the dishes.However, Gojo Satoru stopped him at once:

"There's a dishwasher."

Damn rich people.

While condemning, Matsuneche ran over curiously to see how Gojo Satoru used the dishwasher.

After Gojo Satoru put the bowls and chopsticks in, he bent down to look at it for a while, and then quickly pressed a few buttons.

Then Gojo Satoru stood up and looked at Matsunai Che: "Okay, does Xiao Che want to play with the teacher for a while, or just leave the teacher and go back to school coldly?"

Matsunai Che, who was thinking about going back to school, was stunned by Gojo Gojo's sudden words, and he didn't know how to answer: "I..."

"Just kidding." Looking at Song Neiche's slightly distressed look, Gojo Satoru became happy: "I'll send Che back."

Song Naiche, who was no longer deliberately teased by Gojo Satoru, nodded in relief: "Okay! Sorry for the trouble."

Before Song Nei Che went out, Gojo Satoru took a coat and put it on Song Nei Che who was only wearing a single shirt.

Matsunai Che, who was standing at the door waiting for Wujo Wu, suddenly felt surrounded by the familiar cologne smell of Wujo Wu.

"Let's go."

Gojo Satoru led him out of the gate.

Matsuneche reached out and grabbed the jacket that was too big for him to prevent it from slipping off him, and then began to wait for Gojo Satoru to lead him to use teleportation.

Unexpectedly, Gojo Satoru led him a certain distance without using teleportation.

Gojo Satoru noticed Song Neiche's puzzled expression: "What's wrong, Little Che?"

Song Naiche shook his head lightly and said, "No, I was just wondering why you didn't use teleportation, Mr. Wujo."

"Ah." Gojo Wuwenyan reached out and poked Songneche's cheek, and said in the tone of a teacher teaching a student: "How can you use spells casually?"

Songneche: "..."

Obviously, you were the one who used teleport casually before!

The teacher and the student walked in the night like this.

It was getting closer to late autumn, and the night was as cool as water. With a gust of autumn wind blowing by, Matsunai Che finally understood why Gojo Gojo would put a coat on him before he left the house.

Song Neche stretched out his hand and pulled his coat tighter.

It's really cold.

Gojo Satoru glanced at the young man beside him who was shivering slightly from the cold, couldn't help smiling and stopped to look at him: "Is it still cold?"

Song Neche immediately shook his head and said, "No, I'm not cold."

Gojo Satoru said to him, "Become a cat."

Song Neiche was stunned for a moment: "..."

Gojo Satoru stood there quietly as if waiting for him.

He didn't know what excuse he could use to reject Wujo Wu, so he could only control the magic power on his body, and used the spell to turn back into the appearance of a black cat.

Gojo Satoru reached out and firmly caught Matsunai Che and the coat that was originally on Matsunai Che.

He wrapped his coat lightly around the black cat, and continued walking under the night with the black cat in his arms.

Suddenly, Songneiche felt a warm force continuously transmitting into his body.

It is the mantra of Wujo teacher.

"Meow~"

Thank you, teacher.

The black cat's eyes were shining brightly in the darkness, but he didn't have much energy for a long time, and fell asleep in that comfortable warmth.

Under the street lamp, Gojo Satoru's back was infinitely elongated, and the black cat in his arms was sleeping peacefully.

The cold wind and darkness were separated by Gojo Satoru's body, and the black cat only felt warm and at ease.

For a moment, those days of wandering and injury seemed to have passed for a long time, and the moment of warm companionship at this moment has become eternal.

The author has something to say: here we come! !In the evening class, the mobile phone is now only 3% clicked, which is a good limit! ! !Let’s start with 2021k today hahahaha, after writing about the warmth, I want to do something, the spell power is not enough to prevent it from turning into a cat, and I’m begging others to lose my magic. . .What, I decided to write it tomorrow! ! !It's the first time to update with app software, I don't know what will happen to the layout!perturbed!Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 10-1221-00 53:2021:10~1320-42-08 [-]:[-]:[-]~

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