Plunder X Strongest Magician

Some plays are indeed dangerous, such as placement.

Especially when it comes to finishing touches.

Just like a gun that is loaded but does not fire, or an arrow that is on the string but is forced to lock the bow, and it is left to hang for a few hours, it will be a matter of time before the fire goes off.

Therefore, Li Hui, who gave 15% of the progress, almost overslept the next day.

And the culprit who turned off her alarm clock looked confident and confident: "Eh? It won't matter if they wait for a while."

Li painted the future: "?"

Gojo Satoru's logic is very simple - being late for a while will not make them angry, so if you are not late, you will not be late, and you can sleep more.

——So for the appointment in the afternoon, she decisively made him wait four or ten minutes longer at the agreed place.

However, Wujo Satoru was not affected. On the surface, he posted a message that sold out badly, but in fact, he happily ate parfaits in a constant temperature and air-conditioned room, without any impatience at all.

The pigeon-to-pigeon scheme failed.

The content of the date is also extremely clichéd.

Playground, eat, then watch a movie.

In addition to the sun at noon when I opened my eyes the next day, I also harvested a bunch of plush toys with rough stitches and a few animal ear hairpins that were obviously cheap but quadrupled the price.

The source of these things is also very simple.

Because Gojo Satoru is the kind of adult who is full of childlike innocence, willing and able to spend money for his childish happiness.

As a result, small machines like claw machines in the playground suffered from it. If the conditions were right, she even thought he would consider playing snowball fights with plush toys.

As for issuing cards...

She just didn't stare at him for a while, and when she turned around, she saw him enthusiastically selling animal ear hairpins in front of her: "Do you want a cat (cat sauce) or a dog?"

Belonging is a pun.

"I don't want anything." She refused.

And pun aside, it's just so weird to wear something like that on your head in public...

how to say…?

It feels like some xp is open to the public.

Gojo Satoru wore cat ears for himself, and tried to wear one for her, completely ignoring her refusal: "The deer is fine too! The antlers are also very cute... Where's the little bee?"

In the end, I chose cats.

Probably because she refuses to play all high-altitude events that focus on weightlessness, which is somewhat of a compensation.

But the facts have proved that Gojo Satoru has always been a master at making progress.Not long after putting it on, he suddenly grabbed her, hugged her with one hand and took several group photos.

She couldn't even find the camera anywhere for the first few shots.

Fortunately, she has superb expression management skills.

"I'm going to post something." He asked symbolically, sliding back and forth among several continuous shots.

"What if I say no?"

Gojo Satoru let out an "ah", and the fingers that picked the photos did not pause at all: "Then I will block your post."

Li painted the future: "..." It's true.

The weather was getting warmer, and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom in April. Sitting on the bench, she was bored playing with the white plush bunny in her hand, and lost a leg with a light pull.

Li Huifu stared at the hole where the doll cotton was exposed: "..."

Gojo Satoru seemed to be staring at the phone very intently, but actually the corners of his mouth raised a subtle arc that couldn't be suppressed.

Without changing her expression, she stuffed the broken leg into the hole, and was going to throw it back into Gojo Satoru's arms, but with a twitch of her brain, she put it on his head.

The squinting and smiling Papatu got stuck between the two cat's ears, and the ears drooped to the five pieces of hair on Wu Wu's forehead.

After putting it up, she regretted it a little.

...this behavior is really a bit nonsensical.

She tried to calmly analyze the meaning behind her actions, only to be interrupted by the hair on her head.

"Okay, that's it, super-perfect!"

She pulled the Papatu off her head, and when she turned her head, she saw him press the send button.

After the icon rotates twice, the dynamic sending is successful.

Three group photos, but the words are so simple that they pretend to be calm: "Share pictures"

It's like dropping a fish//mine on a calm sea, waiting to create a stormy sea as time goes by.

But she didn't focus on the comments at all, she just stared at the post for a long time.

Look at the note of "Wujo Satoru", and then click to see the man with white hair and blue eyes and a wanton smile in the photo.

"Too strange……"

Although she clearly knows that "Mao Jiang" and "Gojo Satoru" are the same person, she still has a strong sense of separation in her spirit.

"Wujo Satoru", although there are always many deceptive behaviors, is generally a strict teacher, and it can even be called harsh.

During the training, his strikes became more and more ruthless, and most of the time, he would force her to fight him head-on with an absolutely strong posture.

During the replay, she could be so picky that she hesitated for half a second, and then punished her for excessive training.

Coupled with the strange personality and behavior, Wujo Wu was really annoyed at the time.

No matter what, she couldn't connect "Gojo Satoru" with the guy in front of her with cat ears and a doll who insisted that the merchant pile up four ice cream balls.

And how on earth did he manage to throw her to the ground with a cold face during the day, and then get under her quilt to act like a baby and say he wanted to kiss her at night?

Really seamless switching of mentality?

But...as for why she used the identity of "Wujo Satoru" to pretend, she didn't need to ask to know the answer, after all, no one knew her character better than her.

The reverse psychology and the ability to resist pressure are at the same level.

That kind of extremely oppressive "teaching" will not dampen her self-confidence, but will make her feel extremely guilty, and use "negative emotions" to stimulate her potential in all aspects.

If you are pursuing quick success, it is indeed a good way.

But this method is too much hatred, so I simply split out an identity, teaching and brushing up the relationship line.

——If the other character is not her, she can applaud him.

just now...

"Teacher Wutiao." She said.

Gojo Satoru pretends to choose flavors in front of the ice cream stand.

"Teacher Wutiao?" she called again.

Gojo Satoru paid the money and pointed to the panel: "Another combination of this and this, with chocolate chips and no coconut flakes."

Installed.

She couldn't believe he didn't hear.

She has been calling him "Teacher Wutiao" since yesterday, and if she doesn't change the name, it means that this matter has not been changed.

This is a matter of mutual understanding between the two.

"Five-" She was about to call out for the last time, when a cat suddenly jumped out from the bottom of the bush, rubbing around her calf, not knowing whether it was marking the smell or begging for food.

Li Huifu subconsciously said, "Hey, Kitty Maomao (Cat Sauce)."

Cat: "Meow~"

Gojo Satoru turned around: "Huh? Yes."

Li Huifu, who was about to pick up the little white cat that seemed to be only four or five months old: "..."

Gojo Satoru responded happily: "..."

Maomao rubbed her head against her hand, quite at ease: "Meow~"

No more ice cream, Gojo Satoru walked straight back to her side, picked up the little white cat by the nape of his neck.

Sternly, staring at—

A few seconds later, the little white cat was probably frightened by being stared at, and let out a weak cry with its tail between its legs.

Gojo Satoru: "It says it's called Xiaobai."

Li paints the future: "..."

But he was so bad that he tortured the cat to extract a confession.

"The future was calling me just now." He held the cat in his arms to comfort him again, "What's the matter?"

"Well, I'm calling you." She nodded and changed the topic, "But it seems like you haven't heard it all this time."

Wutiaowu: "..."

"If you have the ability to say respectful words to me, but if you don't have the ability to really respect me." He laughed very lightly.

——The correction was fruitless, Wujo Satoru fully accepted this fact.

After all, Li Hui won't take hard things in the future, the more he wants something, the more she will hold it, and occasionally release a little bait to wait for him to take the bait.

A smart fish knows how to take the bait and run away, only a fool will be hung on the hook.

Since then, he has been 'self-defeating'. Whenever she deliberately calls him "Teacher Wutiao", he will always pretend to respond: "Ah-student Lie, what can I do with the teacher?"

It not only shows that he cares a little bit, but also doesn't seem so eager.

Over time, this somewhat punitive appellation strangely turned into a sentimental//interesting one.

The progress of the strategy has also disappeared.

Before the start of the new semester, after dealing with all the urgent matters, Lie Mirai decided to unseal the memory.

A large amount of information floods into my mind in an instant, and it is not an easy task to just accept it without screening.

It was already dusk of the second day when she woke up again, and Junko was tucking her in the quilt when she opened her eyes.

Her head was heavy and sleepy, and her thoughts were stuck.

"Hey, I'm awake." Junko whispered.

Li Huihaoyi who was in front of the desk suddenly got up.

"Are you awake?" The sofa in the room also made a muffled sound, and a white hair protruded from the backrest, "Let me take a look."

Gojo Satoru walked to the bed, leaned over and looked at the confused girl.

The messy-haired girl was clutching the quilt, her expression was dazed and relaxed, she did not avoid his gaze, and there was even a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Since Li Hui's parents in the future were all present, he took out his mobile phone to take pictures, and he only made a gesture, expressing regret in his heart.

However, there was still a "click" sound in the room.

——From Usa Junko.

After taking a few pictures, Junko fiddled with her mobile phone and sighed: "It's so cute, wash it out and put it on her bedside?"

"Yeah." Rie Koichi responded casually, glanced at Rie Miku, who was fighting against the Sandman, and then at Gojo Satoru, who was stroking his chin and looking at Rie Mirai, who was obviously uneasy and kind, and his heart was full of anger.

However, I still have to ask nicely: "How is she...?"

"It's stable in every sense, a big success." Wujo Satoru temporarily put away the thoughts in his head, "But I have to go back and confirm later."

Junko was teasing the black-haired girl with one finger. Seeing that the girl tilted her head like a cat catching a movement but didn't speak, she pursed her lips and asked softly, "Is...is it really all right?"

Doesn't look very smart...

Gojo Satoru leaned down again, and lightly scratched the girl's line of sight with his fingers: "If you're still sleepy, just go to sleep and close your eyes."

Li paints the future: "..."

She didn't even blink anymore, just stared straight at him.

Wujo Wu laughed: "It's okay, I understand, I'm singing the opposite tune."

Just like the one with a fever.

The difference is that last time I still had the energy to talk trash, but this time I didn't even have the energy to talk trash.

It is very suitable to take advantage of the opportunity to bully, but it is a pity that he is not the only one present.

Junko:"……"

There is no need to sing this anti-tune.

It looked like he wasn't thinking at all.

like a fool.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand to cover the girl's eyes, sat down on the side of the bed and explained patiently:

"During the high school training, the focus is on the micromanipulation and physical load of chaotic and huge spell power.

Moreover, there was no possibility of damaging the body during the whole process. The current situation is simply information overload, and it will be fine in a while. "

"Don't touch her!" Li Huihao stared at that hand.

"Eh?"

The girl's eyelash feathers kept scratching lightly in his palm.

Then, her slightly cool fingers wrapped around his wrist, and she forcibly pulled his hand away.

Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes and saw the black-haired girl's face full of displeasure, but the strength of the hand around his wrist increased little by little, and there was even a tendency to pull her.

He looked at Sato Koichi with an innocent expression: "But, she was the one who grabbed me..."

"Hmm." The girl who woke up without saying a word suddenly spoke.

Facing Gojo Satoru's gaze, she asked, "Who are you?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

He pushed his hand back, and pulled up the quilt to cover his mouth by the way: "Hey, sleep a little longer."

However, Li Huifu, who opened his hand again, said hello to his parents clearly, and looked straight at him after slightly moving his eyes: "You are?"

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows: "Is it intentional?"

The black-haired girl tilted her head slightly, as if she didn't understand what he said.

Before Ri Ehao made a sound, Gojo Satoru spoke first: "I'm your boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" She chewed on the words, as if trying to analyze the meaning of the word.

Rie Koichi: "Chick."

"Five points of enlightenment." He paused every word in a drawn-out tone.

"Five Enlightenments?"

"Teacher Wutiao."

"Teacher Wutiao?" The girl's eyes drifted slightly, and she reacted a little differently.

His gaze intertwined with her again, and after a few seconds, he smiled helplessly, with a serious look on his face: "What about "Cat Sauce", do you know him? "

This time, she did not repeat the question immediately, but stared at the man in front of her, his outline reflected in the dark blue irises.

The strength of the hand holding his wrist has almost reached its limit, and her eyes linger on every part of his body, wrapped in arrogance like inspecting the territory.

Then, she asked again - "Cat sauce?"

It was an expression that showed its true colors without any pretense.

When she loses her mind to operate, the gentle pretense is stripped away, leaving only her stubborn nature to run amok.

Maybe she forgot for a while that there were two other people present besides him, or... She actually knew that her parents were there, and she still wanted to do this.

Of course it is most likely the latter.

In short, he can guarantee that she did it on purpose, but not completely.

She is obviously not thinking now but acting on instinct.

And one of her instincts is a strong possessive desire for private property.

So a simple analysis of her way of thinking and ultimate purpose can give a standard answer.

Standard answer...?

His fingers curled up, like a switch tightly restricting some of his bad thoughts.

Because the girl pinched his wrist too tightly, he could almost feel his own pulse beating, and it was no surprise that it was getting heavier and faster.

A strange sense of excitement climbed into my heart.

Under her vicious coercion, the thrill of challenge.

He met the girl's gaze and slowly approached her, keeping the frame at a not too far not too close distance, turning a deaf ear to Ri Ekoichi's vigilant questioning, and speaking loudly enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

--"your."

The black-haired girl didn't put on a hidden smile as usual, but raised her chin almost arrogantly, raised her hand and grabbed his collar: "Mine?"

Obviously, dissatisfied.

The girl who took advantage of the opportunity was not satisfied with this flimsy reply.

From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the silent two, who apparently insisted on indulging in their daughter's 'doing evil'.

This seems to be some kind of show-off out of monopoly, and it is also a rising test question.

When Li Hui was in chaos, he used this unconscious method to push him to the point where he couldn't act like a baby or fool him.

"Yes, it's yours." He replied again.

With strength in his waist and abdomen, he half-kneeled on the edge of the bed on one knee. This time, he didn't draw closer to her, but brought her wrist closer to him.

In the end, a light kiss fell on the girl's wrist, like soft petals passing by, the touch and fragrance synergy.

It's a kiss that represents desire//begging but is subtle enough.

He looked at her again, the snow-silver eyelashes stirred up the pale golden afterglow, he opened his mouth, the temperature of the setting sun permeated into each of his voices, and spread to all corners of the room with the sound waves.

"Your Wujo enlightenment." Your Wujo teacher. "And, your cat sauce."

——Is this enough to answer the question of "who"?

The author has something to say: the future is now a crashed computer hosted by instinct(?)

And then—it officially came to an end. (Close your eyes, it's finally...)

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Pan Jungui; 15 bottles of Meow Jingze; 10 bottles of cats that don’t eat fish; 4 bottles of Qingnannan;