Keiko was cheated again

Fuheshier's healing ability is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Although the injury looks serious, it is not to the point where he will die in the next second.

Furthermore, what he has now is a flesh/body kneaded from ashes. When he is endowed with life, he also loses some of the characteristics of normal life.

For example, the heart is not Achilles' heel.

After all, this organ was only made of ashes. As long as the properties of the ashes of the Heaven and Tyrant persisted, he would not have to worry about dying, but would be weak for a period of time according to the severity of the injury.

Fu Heihui didn't know about this.

He also provided a precious knee pillow for Fuheshier to rest his head on his lap, but he was in a hurry and begged Yidizhi to drive faster.

Mr. Wujo has Osamu Dazai, Principal Noctua and others, so there is no need for Kei to worry.

Shier is the only one here.Fu Heihui thought to himself, if something really happened to Shier, then he would definitely not forgive himself.

The young man's fingertips were slightly cold, and he hooked his hands to touch the scar at the corner of the man's mouth.

When the car drove to downtown Hakone and was about to arrive at the hospital, Fuheshier, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and looked straight at Shang Hui's defenseless pure eyes.

"Clap."

The moment Fu Heihui blinked, a transparent tear fell from his eyes and hit the corner of Fu Heisher's mouth.

The man subconsciously licked it, "It's bitter."

Fu Heihui sniffed, "Have you been beaten to the head? Why are you licking your tears? The ingredients in your tears are ××××, etc. Of course they won't taste very good."

Fu Heisher: "...you are quite rigorous."

The man was afraid that the boy's legs would go numb, so after enjoying the pleasure of the knee pillow for a few seconds, he raised his body and told Yi Dizhi:

"I'm fine, I don't need to go to the hospital."

Fu Heihui disagreed, "At least go check it out, is your leg broken?"

"No."

Fu Heihui didn't believe him!

You must know that Hui has a chip in his head, as long as he compares the abnormal posture of Fu Heisher's leg with the fractured patients in the database, he can immediately know the man's injury!

"Obviously there is!"

Looking through the rearview mirror, Yi Dizhi saw a father and son who were unwilling to go and the other insisted on going, and quietly zipped their mouths together.

It's better for him not to join in the fun of other people's family affairs.

After confronting each other for a while, Tian and Tyrant still conceded, "Okay."

It was the first time for the doctor to see a man who was so seriously injured but still looked okay. He frowned as he looked at the examination report, which made Fu Heihui nervous.

By the time the doctor was sweating profusely to suture the wound and treated Fuheshier's fractured calf, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

Yidizhi left the hospital half an hour ago to order a restaurant, so now, only two Fuhei, one big and one small, walked out of the hospital gate.

The night outside was as black as ink, and the tall street lamps lit up a yellowish circle of light, and every bulb the size of a basketball was separated by the same distance.

If you look down from the sky, it is probably as beautiful as the pearl pendant on the head of the goddess of the night.

"Wow! Look, it's snowing!"

"It's really snowing!"

On the sidewalk at the entrance of the hospital, a young man and woman wearing couple padded clothes and scarves of the same color were holding hot milk tea and looking up at the tiny snowflakes that were slowly falling.

The girl stood under the street lamp, her brown hair seemed to be shining.

She smiled and raised her hand to pick up the snow seeds that were only the size of white sugar, and even hit her boyfriend with her butt, "How about it, I said you have to wear a scarf to cool down, you still don't want to!"

The boy hugged her waist, "I was wrong, I was wrong."

As they said that, the two of them smiled sweeter than the hot milk tea in their hands. The boy lowered his head and kissed his girlfriend's lips like no one else was there.

His girlfriend was also very generous, and took a bite back, "You're going to die, kiss me on the street!"

"It's unbearable."

The two were chatting and laughing, a thin layer of snow accumulated on the top of their heads and shoulders wearing cotton jackets and hats in a short while.

Looking at their actions, Fu Heihui suddenly thought of something——

Could it be that Mr. Wutiao kissed his mouth because he had such an idea?

The pure white snow seeds fell bigger and bigger, hitting everything in the world one by one, making a tiny impact sound.

The young man and the tall man stood side by side under the eaves. Not long after, the former blinked his green eyes and suddenly asked the man beside him.

"People who are not related by blood suddenly come to kiss their lips, is it because they like it?"

Fu Heisher knew that he had seen the actions of the young couple opposite.

Tian and Tyrant stretched out their hands and clamped the very thin boy's head in front of him, covering Fu Heihui's eyes with his palms, distracting his gaze.

"Otherwise, do you think it's normal social behavior? Stupid."

The man regretted that he didn't wear an extra piece of clothing, otherwise he would have taken it off to protect Hui from the snow.

He slightly arched his upper body, and the boy was completely covered by Fuhesher's wings, only a few snow seeds were blown into the loose neckline by the wind, bringing a burst of coldness.

Fu Heihui looked down at her snow-covered toes, and was obediently led away by Shi Ermeng.

He moved his lips and said to himself in a very small voice, "So the teacher likes me, then how do I feel about the teacher?"

According to human thinking, only two people who love each other can be together.If he doesn't like Teacher Wujo, he can only refuse the teacher's love.

It is said on the Internet that hanging on to someone who likes you without giving a clear reply is a kind of scumbag behavior.

But now what makes Fu Heihui very distressed is that he doesn't know if he is in love with Teacher Wutiao.

Until Shi Er took Fu Heihui to the restaurant Yidi knew about 1000 meters away, the boy didn't think of the answer.

Fu Heisher patted the snow off Hui's body. Seeing that Hui was frowning, looking like he was thinking about major events in life, he suddenly had the idea that the child should not be left behind when he grows up.

The man flicked him helplessly.

The green-eyed boy was thrown back by his blow, and all his messy thoughts flew away like a frightened songbird.

He covered his forehead in pain, between his slender and slender fingers, he could vaguely see that the place where Fu Heisher bounced had turned slightly red.

"It's good to let the relationship take its course. Wujo Wu is a teacher without morality. His behavior is just taking advantage of you. Even if it's out of liking, you don't need to have too much burden on your heart."

After all, his children are the victims, okay?

Who stipulated that one should have a kind heart for an admirer who behaved badly?

Fuheshier is very conflicted now.

On the one hand, he is hostile to all the men who are close to Fu Hei Hui, thinking that Hui is his property, but at the same time he is reluctant to kill Hui's possible new emotions.

Either way.

I just hope that person is not Gojo Satoru.

It was windy and snowy outside, and the bone-chilling wind was blocked by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the dining room. The warm room and the aroma of food made Fu Heihui relax.

Encountered too many things in one day today, the young boy's head was finally impatient, he put all the problems behind him, and cared about the current situation of Mr. Wutiao.

"The prison gate should be opened, right?"

Yidizhi just got a notification from the school not long ago: "Well, everything is going well. If there is no accident, Mr. Gojo should have returned to Tokyo, and now he is probably dealing with the affairs of the Gojo family."

Fu Heihui returned his sympathy: "...the teacher is so miserable, I don't know if I can eat."

Apart from Wujo Wu, Fu Heihui is probably the only one in the world who has been lucky enough to enter the "Prison Gate Territory". He has the right to speak. There is really nothing in that sealed object except for the black mist skull and chains.

The teacher had been locked in there for so long, he must have been aggrieved and uncomfortable, but finally came out, and there was no time to take a breath.

Yi Dizhi pushed his foggy glasses and said, "There is no way, after all, he is Wujo Wu."

One person is the strongest force in Japan!

During the time he was sealed, from the Wutiao family to the magic world, from the magician to the curser, everyone experienced the huge impact equivalent to a tenth-level typhoon.

Now that the strongest is back, there must be many things that need to be dealt with urgently.

While blessing Gojo Satoru, Yidizhi picked up a piece of hot shiitake mushroom from the sukiyaki pot with his serving chopsticks.

"Well, it's delicious!"

The special aroma of shiitake mushrooms is wrapped in a rich soup, instantly conquering the entire mouth, and the taste buds seem to be all activated. They are holding hands and dancing cheerfully, ready to welcome the next piece of fat beef.

Yi Dizhi ate a few yuan in a row before stopping his chopsticks, squinting his eyes and smiling happily, even his expression eased.

It is his ultimate dream to be able to have a hot and delicious supper for free while working overtime on winter nights——

Yes.Of course, Fuheshier paid for the meal.

After all, Yidi Zhi Gao Jie is just a social animal who is one year younger than Gojo Satoru, but has already turned into a 30-year-old uncle!

Who would have the heart to let a social animal who has been tortured by work pay for it?

After the three of them had supper, another two hours passed.

Fuheshier's healing speed is really not covered, and the wound has been properly treated by the doctor. At this time, the naked eye can see that it is much better than before.

The blood-scabbed gap is slowly growing pink tender flesh, and the broken bone of the calf is healing again.

After paying the bill, Fu Heisher answered the phone, ready to separate from Fu Heihui.

"I have something to do, so I won't accompany you back to Tokyo."

Fu Heihui is not a child, and he didn't need his company in the first place, "Okay, but until your wound is completely healed, you can't do strenuous exercise, including touching others."

Fu Heisher's ability to deceive is first-class, of course he will not refuse at this time.

He turned to look at Yi Zhizhi.

"Be careful when driving. If you can't, find a place to stay for one night and go back tomorrow."

Yi Dizhi bowed and assumed the responsibility of taking care of the underage students: "I understand."

But both he and Fu Heihui are eager to go back to school, even if they stay up late and drive, they don't want to stay in Hakone for one night.

The next morning.

The low-key black car finally returned to school when the fine snow seeds that had been left overnight had turned into nail-sized, catkin-like snowflakes.

The green-eyed boy squinted for a few hours in the car, and now he was too sleepy to keep his eyes open.

He tried his best to lift his drooping eyelids, and as soon as he opened the car door, he was hit by the gust of wind with snowflakes pouring in, and his whole body froze.

Fu Heihui sucked Donghong's nose and walked towards the dormitory building with his head down.

Suddenly, a large hand that was as silent as a ghost pulled his collar away from behind.

Fu Heihui: "!"

He thought it was a prank, because a cloud of icy snow would be thrown in in the next second, slipping down his spine and into his clothes!

But unexpectedly, what was thrown in was not a cold snow ball, but a warm hand warmer that was baked.

The boy didn't look back, and recognized the person's identity just by the smell.

He raised the corners of his mouth, turned around and hugged the white-haired man.

"Teacher, welcome home."