When the blind date is 5t5

Accompanied by the thought of wanting to beat Dongtang violently, I closed my eyes and gradually fell into Su Shuang's dream of Ultraman hanging and beating the monster Dongtang.

the next morning.

I stood in front of the mirror and brushed my teeth, still reminiscing about last night's dream in my mind.

Gojo Satoru pushed open the door and walked in while yawning.

Through the mirror, I can clearly see him embracing me like a big cat, with his head drooping on my shoulders, little splashes of water flashing in his blue eyes, sleepy and lazy.

"Good morning," he said, his voice low with a smile.

Afterwards, the warm breath spewed out on my sensitive neck, like an electric current rushing through the nerve endings, and my body began to tremble.

I subconsciously supported the marble sink, my legs felt a little weak.

What the hell is going on with this guy so early in the morning?

I groaned, spit out the toothpaste foam with an embarrassed expression, and quickly rinsed my mouth.

"Hey," I inserted the toothbrush back into the glass and turned my shoulders sideways, "I'm done, you can wash it."

After speaking, he tried to get out from under his arms.

Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, seemed to have noticed my small movements in advance, and lifted me back with a stretch of his right hand.

The lower back gently hit the sink, and the coldness of marble instantly penetrated the thin pajamas and soaked into the body.

At this moment, I feel extremely hot.

Lingering around the tip of the nose is Wujo Wu's sudden approaching breath, clear and arrogant, like a clear spring in a mountain stream.

The heartbeat missed a beat, and I began to doubt my body in a distracted manner.

Did you have some heart disease?

Otherwise, why would he have an abnormal heartbeat at every turn, making him look like a patient with severe heart disease.

It wasn't until there was a slight pain near the collarbone that I regained my consciousness.

Lowering his eyes, he suddenly saw a head of fluffy and conspicuous silver hair.

"Gojo Satoru! You violated the agreement again." I blushed suddenly, bent my knees and pushed him rudely.

But unfortunately, this move did not succeed in attacking him.

I couldn't be reconciled to this, and looked at him with anger, "You bastard who doesn't talk about integrity!"

Gojo Satoru just stood lazily, put his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants, and undid four buttons on his chest, revealing his attractively shaped chest.

"I asked you," he protracted the end of his voice, looking inexplicably embarrassed, "it's just that you were in a daze and ignored me. So, I'll take it as if you agreed."

Hearing this makes me hard.

The fist is bang bang hard.

"Does it mean that no one else answers, which means they agree?" I tried to stay rational and not let anger take over my brain.

As soon as the words fell, Gojo Satoru lowered his head, acting as if he had been hurt by this question.

He was obviously a big man of 1.9 meters, but at this moment, he exuded a pitiful aura for no reason.

"I see," he said, "next time I will ask you what you think before acting."

I have only one word to describe this poor little look he puts on.

Dramatic!

I stared at him, sighing rather helplessly.

Now, here comes the problem.

He's finished gnawing, so he can't gnaw it back, can he?

Realizing this, I gradually fell into silence, feeling as if I had punched cotton with my fist, and I didn't know where to vent my anger.

I puffed up my face sullenly, said "forget it" in a rather irritable tone, and looked at the wound in the mirror.

I saw a clear red mark on the collarbone, which fell on the fair skin, like the only red plum blooming in the snow, ambiguous and charming.

"Are you a puppy!" I turned my head angrily and shouted at him.

Then, a crisp dog barking suddenly sounded in the ear.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, smiled facelessly and opened his mouth: "Wow."

I was speechless on the spot.

She curled her lips, and decided not to continue making trouble with his little dog.

No need, I might as well use it for makeup if I have this time.

——*——*——

After packing up, Gojo Satoru took me out the door.

Today I need to go to the Tokyo school to report. As a specially-appointed teacher, no matter what, I should go to see the current immediate boss.

Offending your boss is a taboo in the workplace.

I was thinking silently, walking with Gojo Satoru in the deep mountains outside Tokyo.

The Tokyo Metropolitan College of Magic and Magic is located here.

The morning sun penetrates the white mist in the forest and falls hazily, with a little dust flying quietly in the air.

His eyes wandered silently around, and suddenly, a different kind of familiarity rose in his heart.

It seems to have been here before, the body tells me so.

I chose to keep all my doubts in my heart and pile them up, waiting for a certain day to completely erupt and solve them.

"Here we are." Wujo Satoru stopped and glanced at me.

Facing his gaze, I subconsciously tidied up the rumpled and messy hem of my skirt from walking.

Standing in front of the black gate, he waited for me considerately, without the slightest hint of impatience on his face.

Seeing that I was ready, he opened the door.

This is a very empty room.

Eight candles were burning faintly, and the yellowish candlelight illuminated the surroundings.At the end of the room is a table similar to a tatami mat, filled with all kinds of dolls.

Masamichi Yagami, the principal of the Tokyo school, sat in it, and in his hand was a frog doll that was about to be completed.

"Late again, Wu." He said in a rather dissatisfied tone, but the action of carving the doll did not stop.

Facing Noctua's accusation, Gojo Satoru just shrugged his shoulders and replied lazily, "You should save me some face in front of Asuka."

When I heard this, I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, and I couldn't help complaining in my heart:

Since you know you want face, why are you still acting pitiful in front of me?

You don't have any face, you've already lost it, okay?

But Noctua didn't seem to know this, he paused, and stopped chanting Wujo Wu.

After carving the last knife, he put down the little frog in his hand and looked up at me.

"Night Moth is right," he introduced himself calmly, "the principal of the Tokyo school."

Hearing this, I straightened my back and bent down to him gracefully, "I am Kamo Asuka, please take care of me."

Afterwards, he introduced me to the salary and benefits of the Tokyo school.

This should be a necessary link before taking up the job.

Gojo Satoru seemed to be dissatisfied with the rigid conversation between the two of us.

He leaned on me like a boneless mollusc, raised his chin, and said to the night moth, "Do you have anything else to do? No, I'll take the bird away. We still have work to do in the afternoon."

The tone is arrogant and wanton.

After saying this, I clearly saw the veins on the forehead of Noctuma Zhengdao twitch.

The atmosphere was inexplicably oppressive, as if a big battle was imminent.

And Gojo Satoru's face was still careless.

It took a long while for Noctua to respond.

I saw him pull out a doll from the pile of dolls beside him, and then threw it at me.

The white plush toy fell into my arms precisely, and I picked it up blankly.

At first glance, it looks a bit like a sheep and a bit like a camel.The ears are erected, the neck is slender, and the body is wrapped in curly and soft wool, which feels soft and feels excellent.

It turned out to be an alpaca!

Super cute! ! !

"A gift for your wedding." Night Moth said calmly, "As long as you input the spell power, the spell I cast in it will automatically unfold."

The curiosity in my heart suddenly overflowed, without hesitation, I decisively followed the method he said, and injected a little magic power into the doll.

However, what happened next was beyond my expectation.

The second after I input the spell power, the doll suddenly grew bigger, and then forced me down on the ground.

My pupils were shocked to see this doll on my stomach, which was no different from a real alpaca, even the weight was about the same!

It lowered its head and yelled "moo" at me.

At that moment, I was almost crushed to spit out my soul.

Fortunately, Gojo Satoru fished me out with great insight.

"Are you trying to murder?" I lay on the back of the alpaca in misery and embarrassment, looked up at the embarrassing moth not far away, and asked angrily.

"Ah, sorry. Forgot to remind you." He said guiltily.

Forget it, because he gave me a vehicle, I chose to forgive him in the end.

He even gave this alpaca a pet name, Xiaocao.

The inspiration comes from the grass mud horse, one of the top ten beasts of the flower planter. I learned this from a chat with the magician of the flower planter.

Of course, the content of my chat with her was taken as an interesting event and recorded in the diary.

After saying goodbye to Noctua, Gojo Satoru and I left this room.

Not long after I walked out, I was riding on an alpaca, and suddenly thought of a very important thing.

I also forgot to ask Principal Noctua, how should Xiaocao take it back.

You can't take it with you down the mountain, it's too strange.

I was distressed about this, and then chose to cast my eyes aside.

Gojo Satoru received the line of sight for help, and he leaned over with a smile, his blue eyes scrutinizing it carefully.

As if feeling the danger, the alpaca under me gave an uneasy "moo", then raised its neck and spit in the direction of Wujo Wu fearlessly.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Gojo Satoru turn sideways, dodging the saliva attack perfectly.

The light green liquid sprayed forward for a distance of 5 meters and fell on the ground, corroding the stone slab in a short while.

Full of attack power! ! !

Gojo Satoru's face darkened immediately, and he stared at Xiaocao sullenly, as if he had been beaten in the face and wanted to tear it off.

"It's still young and not sensible," I jumped down to protect it when I saw it, and advised him softly, "As long as you teach it patiently, it won't attack randomly."

Gojo Satoru's face did not improve. After thinking for a while, he said in a cold voice, "As long as the spell power is exhausted, it will return to its original state."

Not a minute after I finished speaking, the alpaca, which was half a person tall, suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a doll about ten centimeters long at my feet.

He paused, then added: "That's it."

I knelt down silently, picked up the grass that turned back into a doll, patted off the dirt on it, and stuffed it into my bag.

——*——*——

Without the alpaca, Wutiao Wu and I walked side by side on the campus.

Arms brushed against each other inadvertently, and silent feelings gradually entangled between us.

During our walk, we also passed a panda and got a lot of gossip from him.

Until Gojo Satoru opened his mouth and broke the silence at the moment, "Are you really determined to get rid of it?"