God is still on the way to recovery

"He also just called me and told me that the weather in Tokyo is not good these days. He seems to be afraid that the snow will block the roads and he can't find transportation to go to the examination room." Youren explained simply, seeing that the doll doesn't eat fish, so he put The edamame cream mochi that Gojo Satoru brought back was dismantled, and a small piece was handed to Maomao.

In the end, the little guy actually ate it, and seemed to be very satisfied with this sweet snack. After swallowing it, he stuck out his tongue and licked the cream on the fingertips of the knotweed.

Gojo Satoru had just returned from abroad, and he went to Sendai to buy his favorite dim sum, planning to come back and share it with everyone.

As a result, Uramo ran away from home (bushi) without saying a word? ?

"What means of transportation can be faster than me? Doesn't the wayward brat know how to ask seniors for help?" Gojo Satoru watched the little white cat wagging its tail and leaning on Yuren's lap after eating snacks, reaching out to touch it, but Immediately let the little animal roar back.

"I'm so hot-tempered, it's obviously the first time we've met."

"It's very strange. Mao Mao said that the cat's temper is very docile, and it's the first time I've seen it." After taking over a friend's small animal, Knotweed fell in love with this furry animal from the first moment he found the cat in Mao Mao's room. Little guy, it just so happened that the other party also liked him very much. After a few seconds of simple sizing, he stepped forward with ease and hooked his ankle with his tail.

The mere cat family still plays discrimination?

Wujo Gojo slandered, opened a bag of mochi for himself, bit the glutinous rice skin of the dim sum with sharp tiger teeth, and suppressed the dissatisfaction and impatience in his heart with the sweetness of whipped cream and edamame.

Kunzhang Yuren felt his teacher's emotions, and explained: "Mao-chan was afraid of disturbing the teacher's work, so he asked me to wait for you to come back and tell me, and he also asked me to send the notebook and the wrong question book to his temporary residence. , It should be because every second counts for review, so I simply live next to the school and fight until the last second—"

Before Yuzu Yuhito could finish speaking, he saw Gojo Satoru in front of him disappear.

"Notebook, a notebook with wrong questions."

Gojo Satoru took out two notebooks from the pile of draft paper on the desk in his junior's room.

Mao Mao's handwriting is delicate and narrow, with moderate strength and smooth handwriting, making it particularly comfortable to read.

Toko's mathematics department is not something ordinary people can get into, and many high-achieving students in the mathematics department have chosen finance at the postgraduate level. Mao Mao has a very thorough thinking about his own career planning route, and has a maturity that is rare for children of this age.

"Is there another financial practitioner besides Qihai among my descendants?"

Wujo Wujo complained in his heart, when he suddenly heard some movement, he turned his head and saw the white cat had already entered the room, lying on his side on the futon on the tatami, his blue eyes looked at him quietly for a while, and then he buried his head in the bed. between the neatly arranged bedding.

It was the quilt that Urumo had slept on, and it was full of the familiar smell of cats.

The kitten whined twice, until Gojo Satoru lifted a corner of the quilt, and from the shadows it stared at the man who was not at odds with it, examining each other with similar blue eyes.

Then, the kitten came out, delicately resting its front paws on the man's ankles.

"Take me to find him."

The cat beckoned to him with pure, beautiful blue eyes.

Gojo Satoru looked down at it for a while, then smiled.

"No."

Hirohito Kojou evaded the servants and sneaked out of the basement to Mao Mao's room, but he didn't see Mr. Gojo or the notebook, only the little white cat angrily biting the draft paper, tearing and kicking desperately, as if to vent his anger.

"Meow meow meow meow!!"

The dog man tricked me into ignoring the cuteness of me, go to hell——

Sitting in front of the boss's chair in the business building, Mao Mao re-read the math paper that was written to spurt blood, and confirmed that there were no missing formulas and knowledge points.

It is now 11 o'clock in the evening, the injured Dazai Osamu and the priest who strictly followed the 6 am to 10 pm have already gone to sleep, Gilgamesh is wandering around Tokyo in a spirit state, Ushigeru uses the computer to search for example questions for himself, randomly Examine different question types to improve thinking agility.

Suddenly, there was a "duk-duk" knocking sound from the glass window behind him.

Uramo turned back in doubt, thinking he had heard it wrong, but when he saw Gojo Satoru standing leisurely in the void outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, and the background was the endless night and the everlasting lights of the city, he really felt that he was not doing a good job. Brush fell asleep and was dreaming at the moment.

And, if I remember correctly, this is the 21st floor.

Urashige opened the window, and the cold wind blowing into the room full of air-conditioning and heating made him shiver involuntarily, while Gojo Satoru walked briskly in the void like the animation in Hall's Moving Castle, After a few moves, he jumped into the window and landed in front of Uramo.

"Mr. Gojo, good evening." After admiring this fairytale-like picture in the middle of the night, Matsuo's eyes were still a little dazed, until the cold wind poured into the room and made him sneeze, he woke up, and quickly closed the window, Turn up the heat one more degree.

"楪," calling out the other person's last name, Gojo Satoru put the two notebooks on the desk, looked around, "this doesn't seem like a place where you can take a good rest."

The layout of the office is monotonous, except for the computer and documents, it is completely efficient, and the boss chair can bring some comfort.

"There is a dedicated lounge next door... I can get more involved by eliminating all distractions here." Putting the notebook next to the test paper, Yumao explained, "You are too busy with work, so you can get the notebook from ZJS, and you don't need to come here. one trip."

"Do I look like someone who is too busy to even see each other? 楪?"

Wujo Wu changed the subject.

Noticing that the other party didn't call "Mao-chan" or "Mao-chan" intimately, but directly called him by his last name, Miao Mao's first reaction was that Gojo Satoru was angry, but then he was at a loss, where did he offend the other party?

The confusion revealed in the green eyes was faithfully recorded by Six Eyes. Goku Wu long legs easily took a step forward, and lifted the junior's chin with one hand, so that the other party looked up at him and met his own eyes.

"Mu has been calling me Gojo-san."

"Is... what's wrong?"

After getting closer, every inch of Uramo's expression was extremely clear under Gojo Satoru's eyes. At this moment, the other party was still confused, not because he pretended not to understand, but because he was so dull that he didn't even realize the details.

Gojo Wutiao exerted a little force with his fingertips, and didn't mind pointing out a little more: "You obviously wanted to ask me to enlighten you directly, but you kept forcing yourself to change your words. So you like a more blunt way of getting along?"

He knew that in the bedroom that night, what the teenager failed to say was a call for intimacy. The god on earth was not sure about the source of his feelings, so he didn't dare to call out easily.

The green eyes widened slightly.

Then, Gojo Satoru "sees" with satisfaction, the opponent's heartbeat speeding up, blood rushing rapidly, breathing changes, and subtle body reactions due to tension.

Under the eyes of the sky, it is simply too easy to understand a person's emotions.

"I, I..." Stuttering and unable to speak smoothly, Uramo tried to argue "I didn't mean that..."

"I do not like you."

Gojo Wujo said expressionlessly.

Matsuo was stunned.

At that moment, all expressions completely disappeared from his face. This was the first time he read this message so intuitively. He was stimulated by the undisguised words revealed in an instant, and even his breathing stopped.

The blue eyes were close at hand, Gojo Satoru did not let him go, still pressing his gaze closely.

"Is the triggering element of power a gaze, or a touch?"

Gojo Satoru bent down, and the two of them pressed their foreheads together, as if they wanted to share their thoughts.

"As long as you are willing, it should be easy to determine whether the sentence just now is true or false."

"Plop, plop-"

The heartbeat gradually began to get out of control.

Mao Mo hugged his head and squatted down, countless formulas and numbers were flying around in his brain, and finally turned into a burst of exasperated "Ahhh!"

"Enlightenment is too cunning, why did I choose such a time, I never thought about it, and I wasn't ready—"

The gushing emotions were completely out of control, and no matter how dull Uramo was, he could intuitively understand Gojo Satoru's meaning.

This shameless, frivolous and strong guy is actually confessing, in such a way of playing with heartbeats, it is simply killing the gods!

As his heart rose and fell, Uramo's face gradually turned red, and he looked up at the other party angrily, but the latter looked calm as he had guessed earlier, and the smile on the corner of his mouth did not weaken a bit.

Gojo Satoru is satisfied with what he "sees", and after confirming Uramo's feelings for him, he feels particularly fulfilled.

"Mao~ Just call me Wu in the future, okay?"

Trying to pull up the little god who was hugging his knees and blushing until he was smoking, Gojo Gojo suddenly caught him.

Uramo hugged his waist, as if coquettish to a large body pillow, buried his face in the other's chest, and rubbed hard.

"Ah? Are you so enthusiastic, but I promise your mother..." Gojo Satoru wanted to continue teasing a few words, but suddenly, he was pushed away by someone's shoulder, as if to avoid some unclean garbage.

"Okay, this is a two-week greeting, I've finished pre-saved." Uramo aggressively put down the declaration of "Pull X is ruthless" "Please don't meet, talk, or chat with me in the next two weeks! If you can't get into college, I, I, I-"

"I won't talk to you for the rest of my life!"

Gojo Satoru was shocked by this threat and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Alright, what a serious threat!

Is he falling in love or falling in love? ? ?