Don't play games with crazy vests

Kashiwahara has long ignored Gojo Satoru's question.

There was no expression on his face, and Gojo Satoru could only see the unease in this person's heart from the slightly trembling eyelashes in front of his eyes.

Gojo Satoru was thinking wildly in his heart.

Still quite stubborn.

Bai Yuan had already clenched the quilt tightly with his right hand because of the stomachache.

Even though he was so weak from the pain in his abdomen, he still laughed at the NPC in front of him in his heart.

Where do children come from, they use candies that don't peel off the wrapping paper to strike up a conversation.

Gojo Satoru looked down at the tightly packed soft candy in his hand, and unpacked it in twos and twos.

"What's your name?"

As he asked, the half-unpacked fudge in his hand was delivered to Kashiwahara Zauna's mouth without refusal.

Bai Yuan didn't look up for a long time, seeing the young man's blue eyes, the original dissatisfaction with this NPC dissipated in an instant.

The modeling in this game is still cool.

Yan Goubai never forgot his dissatisfaction with the young man's careless behavior just now, and turned his head to avoid the candy that Wutiao Wu handed over.

Gojo Satoru frowned without leaving a trace, and suddenly eased his expression.

"Sorry, I forgot."

It's really rude to ask someone's name who can't speak.

Gojo Satoru moved his finger, without giving Kashiwahara Zao a hard candy, he got up and went to get a pen and paper.

Gojo Goto leaned over the table and wrote very seriously, Kashiwahara hadn't been unable to see Gojo Goto's movements for a long time, and turned to look down at the candy Gojo Gogo gave him.

It was a strawberry fudge.

Kashiwahara Zaumu followed the opening made by Gojo Satoru and tore open the package. The sweet and greasy taste of strawberry with a hint of sourness spread in his mouth. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. The pain was relieved a lot.

Thinking of a well-dressed cat, Kashiwahara narrowed his eyes and felt much better.

There are many unscientific things in the game. Kashiwahara has long been open to such things as a candy to relieve stomach pain.

Gojo Satoru also finished writing, and walked over with a pen and paper.

He squatted in front of Kashiwahara Zaomi, and the two of them looked at each other for a few minutes, there was an inexplicable atmosphere of entanglement inexplicably.

Gojo Satoru made the move first.

You can't bully the poor little one.

"My name is Gojo Satoru."

He raised the paper in his hand, pointed at the flamboyant and unrestrained handwriting on the paper, pointing to Bai Yuanzao Wu one by one.

The name of Gojo Satoru was written on it.

Kashiwahara Zamo was a little surprised.

The self-preserving indifference that he tried to show was easily pierced by Gojo Satoru, and Qing Ming's eyes were suddenly overwhelmed by helplessness.

Kashiwahara opened his mouth early, and when he was at a loss, Gojo Satoru gave him the pen again and asked him to write his name on the paper.

"It's called an exchange."

Gojo Satoru thought that he had heard the news, and after a little thought, he saw what Kashiwahara hadn't meant.

What a prey of pure ignorance.

Facing someone who doesn't know anything but a bit of divinity in the subconscious is like facing a blank sheet of paper.

Gojo Satoru was full of enthusiasm and eager to cultivate a beautiful painting according to his own preferences on paper.

His voice deepened, making the teenager who knew nothing feel more secure.

"I write your name to you, and you write your name to me. This is an exchange."

Gojo Satoru was very patient, and repeatedly explained to Kashiwahara Zaowu: "I came to you to exchange names because I trust you. You write down the names and give them to me. This is called an official exchange of names, which means I can treat you with confidence. .”

Although his explanations are all deceitful.

"Don't be afraid."

The clear and low juvenile voice that kept ringing in his ears made Bai Yuanzao's heart numb for a while.

Gojo Satoru's tireless reassurance made Kashiwahara's defense gradually lowered, and a pair of golden eyes stared at him firmly.

After being stubborn for a while, Kashiwahara Zaumou took the pen, lowered his head and clumsily wrote the only word that existed in his mind on the paper.

【none】

The rest... don't remember.

Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his mouth, feeling more joyful.

Ordinary people will have a sense of accomplishment after raising a pet dog and taming it a little bit to obey the instructions.

In the face of this sense of accomplishment, he will only become more addicted.

"A Wu? Can I call you that?"

Gojo Satoru smiled beautifully, almost burning the boy's eyes, and an inexplicable warmth rose in his heart.

Bai Yuan nodded his head early, he didn't understand anything, and he didn't even care about a title.

Seeing the boy like this made Gojo Satoru even happier.

Gojo Satoru wanted to say something else, but the porridge he asked the maid to ask for in the kitchen earlier was delivered at this time.

The maid knelt and sat outside the house respectfully, and said carefully: "My lord, the porridge you ordered is ready."

Gojo Satoru could only let go of what he wanted to say, waved the maid to leave, and walked in with the wooden tray.

so high.

At this time, Kashiwahara hadn't noticed Gojo Satoru's height for a long time, and he couldn't adapt to looking up at him.

Kashiwahara Zaumu was very impatient, the standing Gojo Satoru gave him too strong a sense of oppression, and the indifference that had just subsided appeared again, enveloping him again.

Ignoring the sharp thorns erected by the boy in front of him again, allowing the atmosphere to be even colder than before, Gojo Satoru sat down again, and the landslide air stagnated between raising his hands.

"Eat well."

Gojo Satoru picked up the spoon and handed a spoonful of white porridge to Kashiwahara Zaomi.

Kashiwahara blinked his eyes for a long time, unable to understand the meaning of Gojo Satoru's actions, he looked down at Gojo Satoru's hand.

The slender fingers are firmly holding the glazed white porcelain spoon, and the green color brought by a few shallots is dotted with the bland white porridge.

Kashiwahara stared at the spoon in Gojo Satoru's hand without any resistance, and the meaning of refusal was obvious.

Gojo Satoru said to him slowly with a smile, "Pain won't just disappear."

Bai Yuan was always stupid, he immediately understood the meaning of Wu Tiao Wu's words, and carefully stretched his head closer.

On the surface, he was testing what kind of food it was, but Kashiwahara hadn't been waiting for the temperature of the porridge in the spoon to cool down for a long time.

How stupid.

Kashiwahara Zamu licked the corner of his mouth.

Just scoop up the steaming porridge just out of the pot and feed it to others, is it because you are afraid that others will not burn it?

Bai Yuan hadn't been disgusted in his heart for a long time. He originally wanted to rely on his superb acting skills to delay the time for the food to cool down, but suddenly changed his mind when he rolled his eyes.

Gojo Satoru saw that the boy had confirmed it in his own way from the bottom of his heart, so he leaned over and touched the spoon with his lips.

Unexpectedly, the young man shook his head and spit out the white porridge just after entering it. From his slightly opened mouth, he saw a pink tongue with a little red in it, and his lips immediately turned red.

Hiss, it really hurts.

Kashiwahara has never felt the unfriendliness of this body's high pain debuff to him again.

Poor reviews, whether the planner knows it or not, the holographic game feels too much pain and will dissuade players.

Bai Yuan had already coughed uncontrollably, his chest was heaving and heaving, tears were coughing up, his face was a little red from the excitement after being burned.

Wujo Gojo, who had never taken care of anyone before, paused for a moment. Seeing the steaming white porridge on the low table next to him, he touched his fingers lightly. The small porcelain bowl with good heat conduction made Wujo Gojo's fingers warm.

Is this burned?

I didn't expect the boy to be so delicate, but he was still a cat's tongue.

Gojo Satoru saw that Kashiwahara hadn't reacted violently, so he forcefully pushed aside his resistance and came up.

"Feel sorry."

Gojo Satoru, who has never apologized before, has no idea how many times he has apologized to Kashiwahara Zao in a day, and the genius who has never known that the sky is so high and the earth is so powerful has almost forgotten his arrogance.

The tears soaked from the pain couldn't be shed in his eyes, and Kashiwahara, who was burned, had no intention of struggling, but Gojo Satoru grabbed him with his backhand, and the pinched arm turned red instantly.

There was another layer of pain on the arm, and before Kashiwahara Zaumu protested, Gojo Satoru reacted and relaxed his strength.

"Don't move around, let me check first."

Accustomed to being aggressive, Gojo Satoru couldn't refuse the words of explanation, and took out a tube of ointment directly from his pocket with the other hand.

I don't know what I'm researching recently, so I often stuff a tube of scald ointment for Wujo Wu or Xia Youjie.

Gojo Satoru, who was helping the family to charge the nitrous at that time, frowned impatiently, but now it is very easy to use.

Taking out the ointment, Gojo Satoru gently pinched Kashiwahara Zao's chin with his left hand, carefully inspecting the boy's red mouth.

Fortunately, Kashiwahara Zao's lips subconsciously pulled away as soon as they touched the spoon, and his tongue did not suffer from excessive burns, and now he has mostly recovered.

Only his mouth was hot red.

The hunger pain has not been completely relieved, and there is a new pain in the mouth, what a pity.

Gojo Satoru took out the ointment, supported Kashiwahara Zauna's chin with one hand, and carefully applied the ointment on his reddened area with the other hand.

The boy's lips were very soft, Gojo Satoru carefully applied the ointment on the red and swollen area with a cotton swab.

Gojo Satoru laughed softly as he scribbled and scribbled.

Bai Yuan looked at him suspiciously.

"It's nothing."

Gojo Satoru found another similarity between him and Kashiwahara that he didn't have before.

Without explaining to Kashiwahara, Gojo Satoru gave him good medicine, then slowly fed him a small bowl of slightly cooled food again.

The hunger was alleviated, the stomach was warmed by a bowl of porridge, and the warm current poured into the limbs, Kashiwahara Zaunu finally felt a little better.

The boy squinted his eyes and lay sideways on the soft bed, his laziness looked pleasing to the eye.

Gojo Satoru sat next to him and tore off the wrapping paper of a candy, chewing it twice in his mouth, the sweet and greasy fruit aroma made him feel happy.

Gojo Satoru didn't say anything to Kashiwahara Zaomo, the two of them lay down and sat together quietly, but they felt harmonious together.

Another reason Kashiwahara was not in a good mood was a message that popped up from the game.

[Obtain [Wujo Satoru's white porridge]*1, and the pain threshold increases by 10%]

The abnormal pain sensitivity decreased, and Bai Yuan couldn't help but hum in his heart.

He said that as a player, how could he suffer excessive pain all the time.

Bai Yuan hadn't counted the time, and opened his eyes to prepare for his next move. Unexpectedly, he saw a terrifying monster the moment he opened his eyes.

There is a "person" wrapped around the beams of good wood, with seven or eight hands growing on the left and right sides of the body, which looks a bit like a centipede.

The weird "person" seemed to sense Kashiwahara Zauna's gaze, and instead lowered his head and grinned at Kashiwahara Zauna, sticking out his long tongue.

Bai Yuanzao's pupils shrank.

What is this?

Sensing the monster's tongue approaching, Kashiwahara rushed towards Gojo Satoru without hesitation.