Five classmates set me up again

Tian Shouzhi didn't notice anything, he was ticklish, he only felt a small wave of slight electric current on the skin touched by Gojo Satoru, a little itchy and a little numb.

"It's washed off." Tenshou Zhizhi shrank his neck to hide, "Oda said that new clothes can only be worn after washing, don't you know?"

How did the young master Wutiao know about this? He never cared about it. Naturally, someone would take care of all the trivial matters for him.

Although I got a seemingly legitimate reason, the feeling of unhappiness was still hard to dissipate for a while: "I bought it for you after drying, you know?"

Tian Shouzhi doesn't like to talk to him.

"Zhijiang~" Gojo Satoru deliberately used the hand with the band-aid to show his presence in front of him, "Didn't we agree yesterday? I bought you clothes as an apology, and you really haven't forgiven me, have you? As soon as he blinked, his long eyelashes were covered with mist, and his tone was pitiful.

"No, no." Tian Shouzhi didn't know why he felt guilty. Anyway, Gojo Satoru, who was many times older than him, lay down on him, his voice was like honey, thick and sweet, and his low voice was close to his ears. There was a crisp and numb vibration, and Tian Shouzhi felt his ears were burning, hot and scalding.

"Put it on tomorrow, and I'll wear it as soon as it's done!" Tian Shouzhi quickly promised, almost swearing to the sky.

"Really? I don't believe it." Maomao stares.jpg

Tian Shouzhi's hair was tightening, and he nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Really, really! Check it tomorrow!"

His slender fingers rested on the buttons of the high school uniform. Gojo Satoru squinted his eyes, unbuttoned and buttoned it with one hand: "Is this the inspection? Who did you learn from Zhichan, huh?"

Gojo Satoru's lips and petals were almost attached to his skin. For some reason, Tian Shouzhi always felt that Gojo Satoru might open his mouth to bite his neck in the next second.

No, it's not an illusion, this man is just so vile and wicked.

"Didn't you put your hand in here?!" Tian Shouzhi's face was so hot that the place touched by Gojo Satoru felt itchy and hot, and he slapped his hand off, and by the way, he couldn't walk well by relying on him The sticky spirit tore apart, Tian Shouzhi buckled the button, and walked forward with his head buried, "Aren't you going to class?! Hurry up!"

Without the cat climbing frame, the five cats were very unhappy, with a storm brewing in their ice-blue eyes, and then they lost their anger when they saw the stupid hamster who was just walking with his head buried in his head and almost hit his head against the pillar.

"Come here! Did you know that you have to move the table before class?" Gojo Satoru grabbed Aman Shouzhi by the back collar, and changed the direction for him like grabbing a hamster.

Then he poked his swollen and limp face, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but smile: "Why are you so angry?"

Who do you think you were mad at!

This class is a practical class, there are only four people in the first grade plus Tian Shouzhi, and the good students, Ru Nizi and Xia Youjie, have gone to class. In the empty classroom, there are only three sets of empty desks and chairs that can't even be seen in the book.

Gojo Satoru put the table and chair next to his seat, and slumped limply on the chair, as if the person who was walking like flying with dozens of catties just now was not him.

"Ah~ so tired~ my arm hurts~" the five cats and cats who had exhausted their prehistoric power dragged their voices out and complained feebly, "Why is it so heavy——"

It took a long time to wait for Tianshouzhi's response, and Gojo Satoru emphasized his tone again: "I'm so tired~~~~~My arm hurts~~~~~~"

Tian Shouzhi, who loves cleanliness, held a wet rag, frowned and stared at the cat cake occupying his desk and chair: "Don't make trouble, go back to your own seat."

Gojo Satoru supported his face with his hands, and the side close to the palm was squeezed out of a strange shape, and he dragged out his voice word by word: "No———"

Tenshou Zhizhi sighed, Gojo Gojo's eyes gleamed with pride.

But in the next second, his complacency froze.

"Ash is all over you, don't you think it's dirty?" Wujo Wu's silver hair was smooth and shiny, even a little bit of ash was very obvious.Tian Shouzhi patted the ashes off his head, wiped off the ashes on his face, held his face and looked at it, still not satisfied.

Persian cats should be beautiful and clean.

Speaking of which, Wutiao Wujuan is a Persian cat or a Ragdoll cat?No, is he a cat? !

"..." Wujo Wu's ears were hot, and he turned his face away as if trying to cover up, "Don't move! Even if Zhichan likes it—"

Tian Shouzhi let go of her hand, and said sincerely: "I don't like it."

Wutiaomao performed a frenzy on the spot, grabbed Tian Shouzhi's wrist and pulled him into his arms. Knowing that he was afraid of cold and ticklish, he relied on his long legs and hooked him in the Not giving a chance to escape in his arms, his hands got into the hem of his clothes.

"What did you say just now, huh?"

"No, no, nothing!" Tian Shouzhi couldn't breathe with a smile, Gojo Satoru's hands were not ice, but they were much colder than the skin wrapped in clothes.Pressing his big hands on the skin around his waist, it was cold at first, so cold that Tian Shouzhi shivered, subconsciously burrowed into his arms, and then itched.

The thin cocoon slid across the waist as if electrified, kneading and pinching, the itching made Tian Shouzhi's whole body numb and itchy.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Tian Shouzhi twisted and twisted Gojo Wu's clothes, tears from laughter hung in the corners of his eyes, his face was flushed with laughter, his body shivered and shrank, matching his red eyes and The red nose looks very pitiful.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head, rubbed the tip of his nose against his hot face, and said in an inexplicably low voice, "Do you like me?"

How could Tian Shouzhi dare to say that he didn't like it, nodding again and again was not enough to pull Wu Wu's arms, Tian Shouzhi said with countless sincerity, "I like Wu Wu the most..." He almost fainted from laughing, and he was still breathing , spoke intermittently, and the voice was so small that it could only be heard if you got close.

The rapid panting came into his ears like a drum, and the eardrum vibrated endlessly. The soft and thin "confession" seemed to use a megaphone and a tape recorder, echoing in his ears over and over again.

"..." Obviously he asked the question himself, but Gojo Satoru couldn't think of any other words to answer Tian Shouzhi's answer.

"Sorry, but I'm not interested in that"?But would such a young girl be pitiful?But if he agrees to a date...he's not ready yet...