God is still on the way to recovery

The timeline is two years after the "Arrival" event in Tokyo. The high school of conjuration has undergone an expansion, and a new department has been added. In terms of career intentions to choose from, in addition to the conjurer, an auxiliary department has also been added. , Auxiliary supervision and other participants provided more professional training and guarantee.

This can also be regarded as opening up a new path for those without magic powers from the old families in the magic world, and eased discrimination such as the theory of magic power only.

Seeing Kiyotaka Ijichi, who was promoted from assistant supervisor to teaching staff, Gojo Gojo opened fireworks for him for the first time in celebration.

"Congratulations to Yidizhi who officially graduated from the status of a contact person. He has been a gold medal auxiliary supervisor for ten years and has escaped countless times from curse masters and curse spirits. He can be called a model in the industry. In the future, he will teach and educate people and cultivate more outstanding auxiliary talents. Contributing to the harmonious and friendly development of the magic world—”

Amidst the sound of "cracking" gun salutes, Yi Dizhi shyly hung a whole body of colorful floral paper, and asked hesitantly, "Mr. Wutiao, who wrote this manuscript?"

"Yuhito, do you feel touched?" Gojo Satoru grinned. He was surrounded by Fuguro Megumi and Nagasaki Wild Rose. The two students also held fireworks in their hands, happily (being) participated in this event celebration.

"Then thank you Yuhito-kun, I received treatment from Ainu warlocks in Hokkaido, and you still didn't forget to write me a congratulatory message." As he spoke, Ichichi looked around and asked, "Where's Mao-kun?"

In the past two years, Gojo Satoru and Mao Mao have been inseparable most of the time. Although one of them flies all over the world to cast off curses, and the other is busy with studies and goes to class from morning to night, they will definitely get tired of being together during breaks.

"I'm doing study and exchange activities in Australia. I figured it out, and I should come back." Gojo Satoru recalled today's date. He had calculated that he would come back from Kyoto today, to celebrate with Ichimo, and by the way, to welcome Mao Mao.

"Australia, I really miss it. The last time I went there, I worked with Mr. Gojo to solve the Ouija board." Later, Yidizhi mainly managed the liaison matters within Tokyo, and the overseas ones were handled by people with good language skills. Go abroad less.

Yizhiyi said, Gojo Satoru remembered the ups and downs of the trip to Australia.

Such a case is a sacrificial ceremony from a religious point of view, and a murder from a legal point of view, so many forces are involved. Gojo Satoru even saw psychics, witches and the like at the scene, and let these highly inspired beings stare and scrutinize For a while, any living creature would experience a creepy feeling.

Fortunately, the murderous order was quickly caught by the police, including the records of its sacrificial ceremonies held all over the world. The leader of the order said that this is to sacrifice the best things Give to the gods to pray for each other's love and fulfillment of wishes.

Later Gojo Goto specifically asked Urashige if he had such a saying, and the explanation he got was: the gods have long abandoned this bloody sacrifice.

"If it's food, doesn't fried chicken and coke taste good? Do you have to eat people? For servants, Fusangshen Zhuqi and the like must have good looks, absolute loyalty and high force value. That's why some gods in ancient times preferred to engage in deterrence. To suppress and force everyone to believe in him, this bloody sacrifice will be held."

After getting a reasonable explanation, Gojo Satoru asked the other party: What kind of god are you?

Mao Mao pondered for a long time, and gave a few more vivid keywords: Buddhism, health preservation, love to sleep.

"The old gods were all chaotic. When the new gods used the land properly and created human civilization, we had been sleeping in the sea for a long time. Almost no human beings knew us, and we had no believers."

His standard was accidentally awakened by the war, and his appearance was recorded within a few seconds, which led to him being summoned in the later stage.

"My standard is very Buddhist. If I am fully awake, I should find a quiet and comfortable place to sleep in the first place. It is possible to sleep for 100 years by accident~"

Uramo jokingly explained the character of the standard, and Gojo Satoru asked again: "Your standard still has a state?"

"The appearance of evil is a kind of dharma appearance born in the later period. The chance is the first death of my own body. It is very young and very bad. If it is fully awakened, it will probably be the kind of good thing in the world. I must first enjoy it." ' character."

Even the gods have to enjoy the first sip of fine wine to themselves before sharing it with everyone. They are domineering and bossy, like an infinitely enlarged version of Uramo's petty temper.

Of course, no matter which one, Gojo Satoru thinks it's cute, because he is Buddhist, heals health, loves to sleep, and is a little domineering. Isn't this his little boyfriend?

Thinking of Mao Mao, Mr. Gojo began to float the flowers, and after celebrating with Yi Dizhi, he happily prepared to pack his things and go home from get off work.

"Gojo-sensei can go to Australia with Senpai, anyway, teleportation is only a matter of a few seconds." Nagasaki complained, she was eating the CP of her senior and teacher every day, from the very beginning "Wow, so taboo" to It became "wow, so exciting"... The metropolis of Tokyo really makes people open.

"It's not the same, it's the sentiment." Gojo Satoru only left one sentence concisely, and then walked briskly away, leaving enough room for the students to think.

This time they haven't seen each other for a week, Gojo Satoru is in Japan, and Uroshige is in Australia, no one can see the other across the vast ocean.

Although he really wanted to pick a day to get up early and teleport to Australia to say good night to the other party, Gojo Satoru held back.

After all, they have been together most of the time in the past two years, so after being separated for a short while, they will miss them even more when they meet again—maybe Yumao will be more active.

Gojo Satoru's only dissatisfaction is that Ushio is much more passive than him. Most of the time, he teases him for a long time before the other party responds, such as grabbing his arm, because the game was interrupted-so, they must be too tired. , It needs to be cooled for a week before it can be heated up better.

(I didn't realize that it was my bad personality that was too annoying) Gojo Satoru thought so.

Carrying a box of maple syrup snacks from the snack shop, Gojo Gojo leisurely wandered to Urumo’s apartment, when suddenly a call came from his mobile phone, and he connected to the unfamiliar number: "This is Gojo, if you dare to sell cars or something, I will curse you~ "

Surprisingly, it wasn't a sales call. There was a silence for 3 seconds, and he said, "My name is Kayaba Akihiko, and I'm Senior Mu's junior—Senior Mu is currently in the hospital. Are you his family?"

Kayaba Akihiko found the most frequent phone call from Uramo's chats and messages. Almost the moment he gave his address and hung up the phone, a figure appeared at the door. No one knew when he would arrive. , It's just that when this tall white-haired man walked into the ward, some people in the room knew him.

"It's Yu's boyfriend."

The speaker was a classmate from the Department of Mathematics, and Akihiko Kayaba was a freshman in the Department of Physics. He was the representative of the first-year students in this exchange event, and he went with the second-year Faculty of Science.

"What's wrong with him?" The white-haired man carefully inspected the body of the person on the bed through the sunglasses, as if he was scanning for any scars on the other person's body.

"Mr. Gojo, I'm not injured," the mathematics student explained. "The doctor said he didn't know what happened, but he just kept sleeping."

Kayaba Akihiko met those ice-blue eyes abruptly, felt a chill behind his back, and slowly explained: "Well, several of us physics students are in the same laboratory, and we went to the local An altar, I wanted to take some photos as a game scene, everyone thought it was interesting, so they all went, but halfway through the photos, the altar began to collapse for some reason, after we escaped, the old man was in a bit of a sluggish state, and then he arrived in Japan He fell into a coma on the flight and has not recovered until now."

Everyone's luggage was still piled up in the corner. It was obvious that the person was sent to the hospital as soon as he got off the plane, and no one dared to delay.

There were a dozen students and two tutors, all of them looked tired, it could be seen that it was because of the travel and worry, they were all unreasonably tired.

After explaining the whole situation, the students and teachers will go back to pack up and report. Everyone has had a lot of twists and turns. Although they are worried about Mao Mao, the doctor has said that there is nothing serious, so why not go back and rest and come back tomorrow Visit the doctor to find out the situation.

After those people left, Gojo Satoru put the snacks on the medicine cabinet, and stroked Ushio's face with his big hand.

A young man in his 20s, whose appearance has not yet completely broken out of the juvenile type, has a feeling between youthful and mature.

Looking at his lover's face, Gojo Satoru recalled the special physique of Uramo that Anna introduced. When he was a child, because he couldn't bear his own strength, he would fall asleep and have a fever. He intuitively felt that the current state of Uragi was absorbing and digesting the recovered power. Australia The mainland was developed late, and there are many traces of ancient times left behind. Matsuo may have just recovered the incredible power from that altar. As long as he absorbs all of it, he will wake up intact.

But sometimes, Gojo Satoru would also guess, if one day, Uramo fully awakened, would he still be a human being now?

Leaning on the chair for a rest, Gojo Satoru suddenly felt a little rustling.

Subconsciously opened his eyes, the unconscious man had sat up and was reaching for the snack box on the medicine cabinet.

"Shigeru, is there something wrong?" Gojo Satoru glanced at the sky outside, it was already night, if Urishige started to pass out after boarding the plane, then he hadn't eaten for almost 10 hours.

After waking up like this, instead of calling yourself, it's normal to go get a snack silently.

However, Uramo didn't speak.

He only had the snack box in his eyes. After getting it, he chose a comfortable position to sit on the bed, opened the cover, and the sweet taste of maple syrup wafted out. He took a piece of biscuit and put it in his mouth, and started to slowly Eat slowly.

Gojo Satoru looked at the silent lover with some doubts. The other party was very calm, and the source of that sense of disobedience was... Uramo was so calm that he seemed to have no emotion at all.

Liuyan looked at the entire expression on the young man's face, and in order to confirm this feeling, Gojo Gojo sat on the edge of the bed, hooked Urumo's shoulder with one hand, and then put it close to his left ear.

"Mao~ I'm hungry too~"

As he spoke, his warm breath brushed against Ushio's ears.

In normal times, the other party's ears should be red, and then he took out a biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth.

But today, Mr. Wutiao waited for a long time, Baibai's ears didn't change at all, and the deity of Mao Mao was still eating biscuits quietly. Finally, his eyes fell on the mineral water bottle on the side.

Gojo Satoru grabbed the water bottle and handed it over, "Drink the water."

Finally, Uramo's eyes fell on Gojo Satoru.

The green eyes are like a quiet meadow. When gazing at human beings, they are not staring at the most special one wholeheartedly, but are leniently examining all living beings.

Gojo Satoru handed the water bottle to the other party nervously, then pointed to the box of snacks carefully.

"I bought this—" Are you sure you don't want to give me a bite?

The blue eyes are looking forward to the snacks pitifully. The maple sugar biscuits here are limited editions. He made an appointment for a long time before waiting in line. He originally wanted to share them with his lover tonight...but the other party seemed to feel very at ease eating alone.

Finally, the strongest show of weakness has paid off.

Uramo handed the remaining half box of snacks to Gojo Satoru, then rolled up the quilt again, and lay back on the bed.

Gojo Satoru held the dim sum and stayed where he was for a rare moment.

No, no, this state is wrong.

It's not that there is no emotion at all, Uramo is...

Gojo Satoru realizes a terrifying possibility.

Is Mao Mao, who has been left hanging for a week, angry?

"Hey, Mao, are you sure you want to sleep in the hospital all the time?" Wujo Satoru tried to talk to the other party, "Look, this kind of public bedding has the smell of disinfectant, don't you like to wash the sheets with soft fragrance beads? The bed at home It must be more comfortable than here, shall we go home?"

Yes, go home first!

Wujo Enlightenment emerges from urgency.

After being hung out abroad for a week, Mao Mao must really want to return to his warm and comfortable home. The KingSize bed in the bedroom is even more comfortable than the hard bed in the hospital!

Hearing the bed, people who sleep soundly seem to have a little reaction.

Uramo opened his eyes and looked at Gojo Satoru, as if thinking about the feasibility of what the other party said.

"Take a hot bath, put on loose and comfortable pajamas, lie on the soft bedding, come on, let's go home, shall we?"

With a coaxing tone with a little magnetic bass, Gojo Satoru deliberately said some details, trying to remind the other party of some small daily interactions.

Shower, pajamas, sleep.

A little reminder between lovers, couldn't be more obvious!

Putting his hands around Ushimo's waist, Gojo Satoru leaned over, arching the tip of his nose against his warm neck.

"Mao, don't reject me."