Keiko was cheated again

As soon as Wutiaowu finished speaking, a person fell out of the shadow.

The man was bent on his back, holding a small package in his arms, and fell into a pile of translucent black skeleton phantoms with his butt facing down.

Each of the phantoms has the strength of a second-level curse spirit. They were scratched into countless fragments by the white dog protruding from his shadow, but slowly gathered together, and they were even stronger than before.

Fu Heihui patted his butt, feeling okay.

Those phantom fragments are like cotton, and it doesn't hurt at all to fall on them.

"Teacher Wutiao!"

Fu Heihui quickly stood up and looked at the white-haired man whose hands and feet were bound by four solid black chains.

"You didn't hurt from the fall, did you?" Gojo Satoru wasn't worried about his plight at all. After seeing Fu Heihui, a smile burst into the corner of his mouth.

"The teacher is so miserable, I can't even move, no matter what Xiaohui does, the teacher will not resist~"

"..." Fu Heihui glared at him, and twisted the tight flesh around the strongest waist, "Teacher, stop joking!"

He tiptoed to touch the black chain on Gojo Satoru's wrist.

But men are too tall!It was in the shape of a big character again, with both hands hanging in the air, even when Hui stood on tiptoe, she could only touch Gojo Satoru's forearm.

Weiliang's fingertips were in a hurry, and the smile on Gojo Satoru's face could hardly hold back.

"Can this be opened?"

The man stabilized, "Yes, but it's useless."

He didn't break free, and continued to maintain a strong idea in front of his lovely students.

After being sealed, Gojo Satoru has destroyed this small space countless times.The black phantom had only the strength of a mere head at the beginning, but as it was destroyed time and time again, it had reached the second level of strength.

Even more so with black chains.

Gojo Satoru couldn't use the magic power here, and if he continued to destroy it, his physical skills might not be useful either.

But he also thought very openly, since it can't be destroyed from the inside, wouldn't it be good to remove the seal from the outside?

Although I heard that I was the most unpopular teacher candidate, but with so many students, there should be someone who tried to save him... right?

The white-haired man never imagined that the first person to appear in front of him was not the second grader Otoko Yuta, nor the third grader Scale.

It turned out to be——

"How did you get in?"

Gojo Satoru noticed that Fuguro Hui had squatted down to study the idea of ​​the chain on his feet, and immediately called the boy's attention back.

Fu Heihui obviously didn't realize the adult man's intentions, so he explained obediently, and then, like Xianbao, let him see the bento box in his arms.

Because there was no delay in the middle, and the furoshiki was wrapped again, the heat preservation effect is not bad, and it still feels warm to the touch.

"Teacher must be hungry. If you can't move, then I'll feed you."

Gojo Satoru: "...?"

"Is that why you came here?"

Risking his life to come to him just to bring him food?

"I should have taught you that a conjurer is not a saint with the world in mind. While saving others, he should also respect his own life. Have you done it?"

In front of him, the boy in the dark blue winter uniform lowered his head in frustration.

The half-opened Furoshiki hung loosely in the air, revealing the black-painted bento box inside.

Obviously came here with sincerity, but now it's half cold.

"...Isn't the teacher the same? When he saw Senior Xia Youjie, he let down his vigilance, and he was eventually executed by the general."

"Is this also an act of respecting one's own life?"

The green-eyed boy's voice was very low, and his red mouth was moving slightly, as if he was dissatisfied and only dared to force him in a low voice.

But Gojo Satoru's five senses are outstanding, so he still heard what he said.

The man let out a long sigh.

"come over."

"Ok?"

Fu Heihui blinked, and tentatively took a small step in front of the teacher.

If the former had issued an invitation to approach as soon as they met, Hui would have rushed over happily, why would he hesitate like now.

"Come again."

Fu Heihui walked up to Wujo Wu and looked up at him.

Because he was afraid of the cold, the boy pulled his collar up, and the fragile neck that would have been exposed to Gojo Wu's eyes without any precautions before could no longer be seen now.

Gojo Satoru snorted inwardly, "Is Kei jealous? I just find it strange that Jie is still alive. He died at my hands. I'm pretty sure he can't be alive."

"Oh. I'm not jealous. Anyway, the teacher's affairs have nothing to do with me."

After receiving Gojo Satoru's explanation, the boy still looked unmotivated.

He is the type with few facial expressions, but as long as he is depressed, he can immediately let everyone take the blame automatically and review his mistakes on the spot.

After all, who would have the heart to watch Fu Heihui frown!

Gojo Satoru felt quite a headache.

Well, he was wrong, he shouldn't have poured cold water on Hui after he came in full of concern.

After all, it's already here, if there's really no way to go out, it's already too late.It's better to make Hui happy. Besides, Gojo Satoru hasn't seen him for several days, and he misses him a lot.

"Ah, I suddenly feel very hungry and thirsty. It would be great if I could eat a delicious bento at this time! I'm sure I'll cry with happiness!"

The man's tone was very exaggerated. If he went to the showbiz, he would probably be smashed with rotten eggs and vegetables.

But as long as it is paired with that handsome face that looks so perfect, everything seems to make sense again.

"Hui~" Gojo Gojo shook his hands, and the crisp sound of the black chains hitting was helping him win sympathy.

"The teacher is wrong, please forgive the teacher?"

Fu Heihui muttered: "Okay, for the sake of Principal Ye Moth."

What's the matter with the headmaster?

But at this time, Hui said what he said, Gojo Satoru nodded humiliatingly, "Thank you, principal."

Fu Heihui brought his own water glass, he opened the lid, and brought it to the man's lips, "Drink some water first."

The water in the cup was still steaming, not too hot, just the right temperature for drinking.

Gojo Satoru recognized that this cup belonged to Hui himself, he lowered his head, smelled a little fragrance, hot water poured into his mouth, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Gojo Satoru actually felt a very light sweet taste.

"What did you put?"

Fu Heihui took back the cup and smelled it, but there was no smell: "... I didn't put anything in it, it's just the water from the cafeteria."

"Oh, then let me have another drink."

The boy obediently moved the cup to the teacher's lips. He was very careful not to spill the water, keeping his eyes on the mouth of the cup and holding it under the man's chin with his other hand.

However, the teacher he trusted with all his heart had dirty thoughts.

"... Hui's lips are red and fragrant, they look so delicious."

Fu Heihui was just about to raise his eyes.

In the next second, the chain on Gojo Satoru's right hand was suddenly broken.

The liberated big palm rested on the back of the boy's head, and immediately after, his lips and tongue were grabbed fiercely.

"Well……"

Hui shook his hand, and hot water spilled on the back of his hand, "Old, teacher...?"

The tail of the voice was crooked.

Gojo Satoru's left hand was still locked, and when he bent down to ask for a kiss, the chain was tightened tightly, as if it would be broken in a second.

It seemed that his movements were restricted, and the strength of the young man's struggle under his hands became weaker. The white-haired man let go of the hand holding Hui's back of the head, and instead dragged Hui's waist to lift the young man up.

Fu Heihui tried his best to lean back, trying to escape, but now he couldn't even touch the ground with his toes.

The weight of the whole person is completely on the teacher's hand holding his waist. There is no way to use it, so he can only put his hand on the teacher's chest in vain.

The tongue is numb from being stirred.

The white-haired teacher made a blushing sound as if tasting sweet jelly, with a satiated expression on his face.

Hui was so kissed by him that he couldn't breathe, and when tears were in the corners of his eyes, he was still thinking aggrieved——

He brought food!

The teacher can eat it no matter how hard he is, why eat him?