Liver Emperor's Otome Love Game

Under the cover of night, two black-clothed DKs sat on the back of the flying mantra and flew in the direction of Gaozhuan.

Xia Youjie sat cross-legged on the spot with his chin propped up, looking at the guy who had become inexplicably taciturn since he sat on the flying mantra.

Obviously, he was the guy who could make more trouble than anyone else before.

It's been like this since I got out of the nursing home.

Find something to talk about that will make him happy.

"Wu, since Ge'an is Gu Li's friend and is still helping to take care of Gu Li's mother, then maybe she knows where Gu Li is."

This is a good thing, after all, he has been looking for it for so long.

Now there is finally a clue.

"Uh……"

"Enlightened?"

Xia Youjie waited for a long time, but the boy remained silent.

Gojo Satoru was recalling what had happened since he met Ge'an, searching for the details.

Trying to convince myself of an unbelievable fact.

"No, Gu Li's mother has a problem, why didn't she tell Gu Li to come and see it, but Ge'an?" Gojo Wu turned his head and looked at Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie froze for a moment, not understanding the sudden question from his best friend.

He thought for a while, and made a conjecture: "Maybe something happened to the Gu theory and it's inconvenient?"

"Just now, Ge'an said that she is fine, so why can't she come by herself, but why does Ge'an make a detour?"

"Uh..." Could it be that Gu Li is dead? Ge An just said that because he was afraid that Gu Li's mother would not be able to bear it.

After all, the spirit of the woman seems to be quite unstable.

Xia Youjie easily came up with the answer in his heart.But he pouted, but still didn't say anything.

Because he felt that the guy in front of him at the moment was also a little unstable mentally, and that stubborn energy rose again.

At least that's the case when it comes to voodoo theory.

Gojo Satoru at this age is sometimes unexpectedly fond of corners.

Such an answer, I am afraid that a careless guy like him will feel uncomfortable after hearing it.

Maybe he was so silent tonight because he thought of this possibility, Xia Youjie thought so.

Asking yourself in this way is just to get affirmation or comfort.

To comfort him, the truth is not dead or something...

"Do you think Ge'an is a voodoo theory?" Wutiao Wu held back all the way, and finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

"Huh?" Xia Youjie suddenly felt that he couldn't keep up with his best friend's brain circuit.

Looking at Mao Mao's beautiful eyes like glass beads still shining in the night sky, Xia Youjie pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you think they are similar?"

Gojo Satoru blinked, then shook his head.

No need to think at all.

Their appearance is completely different, they are both beautiful, but they are not the same.

The personality is also completely different, Gu Li is more docile and quiet, but Ge'an is very hot.

Gu Li likes to eat sweets like him, but Ge'an especially hates sweets.

but……

Why do people who hate sweets make such delicious cakes?

It also tastes exactly the same as the one made by Gu Li!

Wutiao Wujo, who couldn't produce any definite evidence, puffed out his mouth: "But I just feel that way."

"You see, Gu Li's mother calls her Lizi! Only those of us who are close to her call her Lizi."

"Her mother has a mental problem, everyone calls Lizi, you don't know."

"Humph……"

"They're completely different." Xia Youjie had heard those assistant supervisors gossip secretly after the Gu family was wiped out.

It is said that the head of the Gu family is very strict in teaching his wife and daughter.

It is also expected that the family of conjuration has more or less the shadow of feudal remnants.

"With Ge'an's temperament and strength, I'm afraid he has turned the Gu family to the bottom." Xia Youjie joked with a smile, "It's like beating that domestic violence man that day."

Gojo Satoru was stunned.

and many more……

He just heard something from that guy's mouth.

"strength?"

He seems to have grasped the most decisive and crucial difference.

This difference is enough to change the direction of a person's life.

Because in this world, the strong speak by their strength.

If Gu Li gains power at a certain opportunity and suddenly becomes very strong, then all guesses may be feasible.

But Gojo Satoru couldn't figure out why he acted like he didn't know him.

Strangeness is a more indifferent gesture than staying away.

No, maybe he understands...

After Gojo Satoru returned to the high school, he planned to go directly to Ge'an to find out.

For example, "Hey, this guy is a gu principle in disguise, right?"

Another example is to admit that you are Riko or something like that.

He first went to the girls' dormitory on the second floor and knocked on the door, but Ge'an was not there.

It's late, haven't you come back yet?

Tsk, what's the matter with this guy, the little sea urchin head doesn't want to drink milk?

"Are you looking for sister?" Fu Heihui hugged the warm milk bottle that Ge'an had just stuffed for him.

Sucking his milk, he looked up at the tall white-haired d standing at the door of his room? k.

"uh-huh……"

"My sister went to make me a cake and ate it. Yesterday she said she would make it for me, but the mouse ate it." As he said, Fu Heihui stared at Gojo Satoru with his dark eyes.

"Hey, why do you look suspicious of me?"

"No..." Fu Heihui glanced at him, and went back to the room with the bottle in his arms.

Gojo Satoru walked to the dining room and saw through the glass the figure who just started making noodles in the kitchen.

The girl had already replaced the beautiful aqua blue dress she wore during the day with a light pink home casual dress, and the plush rabbit pattern on her chest was half covered by the apron.

She lowered her head slightly, and there were always three or two strands of hair blowing down on the side of her cheeks. The cuffs were pulled up to the elbows to prevent flour from getting on her, revealing a section of white and slender arms.

The snow-white and soft dough was rounded and flattened in her hands, and skillfully cut into small pieces, brushed with butter and egg wash.

Before he knew it, Gojo Satoru had been watching here for a long time.

It turns out that baking a delicious little cake has to go through so many troublesome steps.

It's only natural if you think about it.

That's a delicious little cake.

When Ge'an put the baked cakes in bags on the cooking table, took out a bag and walked out of the kitchen, Wutiao Wugui held his breath and squatted down to hide.

Gojo Satoru didn't stand up until the girl hummed an unknown song and turned off the lights and walked away.

He fumbled to turn on the light switch and looked at the packets of small cakes on the cooking table.

Swallowed.

He walked up and found that this time the small cakes were all written with their names on small cards.

Jie

glass

Mr. Moth

……

Still no name.

Gojo Satoru felt his mood down even more.

So he ate all the little cakes again angrily.

As long as he eats enough and fast enough, others will not be able to share.

Early the next morning.

Ge'an came to the classroom with a pile of materials, and Xia Youjie took the heavy materials from her as usual.

Today, I didn't have a spell practice task assigned, so I went to theory class.

Ge'an glanced at the classroom, where Nitzi sat and yawned.

There were only two people in three seats.

"What about him?"

Xia Youjie's eyes were black and blue, and he said helplessly, "I've had a stomachache all night."

He was also disturbed and did not sleep well.

The thin cat has been rolling around in his room, yelling that he is going to die and doesn't want to be a jet fighter in the next life.

Jia Ruozi asked, "Why don't you come to me?"

"Uh..." Xia Youjie suggested the same thing last night.

"We are the strongest, Jie, how can we find Nitzi to use the reversal technique because of the slack!" Chicken Breaker sat on the toilet and said weakly, "I will definitely be laughed to death by her."

"He checked the time too late and didn't want to disturb you." Xia Youjie, who couldn't tell the truth, made up a reason.

"Oh, that's rare..." Jiarui Nitzi twitched the corners of his mouth and asked, "Did he eat something wrong?"

"Maybe, I didn't stop until morning, teacher, I'll ask him for a sick day."

"Uh..." Ge'an nodded, lowered his eyes, and looked elsewhere guiltily.

Hehe, of course I will have diarrhea.

Because she put laxatives in the little cake last night.

She won't let her hard-earned little cake be stolen twice.

Such a transparent trap has jumped in, what a silly cat who doesn't care about anything just for the cake.

"Okay, let's go to class."

Ge'an originally only wanted to put some laxatives and Xiao Shi to punish the cat thief who stole the cake.

but……

"It's the third day, why don't you come to class?"

Even if it's diarrhea, it's time to stop, right?

Xia Youjie showed a distressed expression: "I knocked on his door this morning, but he refused to even open the door."

"I haven't seen anyone else in the school cafeteria these days."

Jia Ruozi stroked his chin and guessed, "Could he secretly cut his eyelids without telling us?"

"He has double eyelids, Nitro." Xia Youjie with single eyelids said.

"I misremembered Guobaa, hehe—" Jiarui Nitro stuck out his tongue.

Gojo Satoru was also absent from the spell practice in the afternoon, but fortunately, he was only a second-level spell spirit.

Xia Youjie and Jiarui Nitzi alone can easily deal with it, and this time, Noctua Moth is leading them there, so there is no need to worry.

Ge'an, who stayed at school, tidied up the books used up in class in the office.

In the conscience of being a teacher, I plan to go see that guy Gojo Satoru.

Don't really poison that guy.

But that little laxative is really not enough for Gojo Satoru.

Ge'an stood in Wutiao Wutiao and knocked on the door of the room for a long time, but no one answered.

"Well, is there no one?" The girl murmured to herself, and was just about to leave.

The tightly closed wooden door was flung open.

A sultry wind mixed with a sweet smell poured out from the crack of the door.

Ge'an looked up at the flushed boy leaning against the door frame.

He didn't even wear glasses, his hair was so wet that it was drooping in front of his forehead, and the pale blue pupils under the long white eyelashes were rarely cloudy and dim.

The whole person looked shaky, listless and sickly.

"Do you have a fever?" Ge'an could tell at a glance that something was wrong with him.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to feel the temperature of his forehead, the young man who opened the door with his back was shaking back and forth.

An unsteady pounced into her arms.

"Hey!" Ge'an quickly supported him.

But soon, the boy couldn't even stand upright, his whole weight was on Ge'an's body, and there was an uncomfortable whine from his throat.

Thanks to being strong and strong, he beat a princess and hugged him back to the bed.

Gojo Satoru's dormitory at school is similar to his room at home, and they are all surprisingly clean.

Ge'an helped him tuck the quilt, and planned to find some food and water, and then go to the infirmary to get some antipyretics and fever stickers.

Gojo Satoru has been favored by fate since he was a child, and he even got sick very rarely.

The only time he was ill and had a fever, Gean was sent by his father to stay at Wutiao's house for a few days.

Even though he was a child himself, he took care of him without taking off his clothes and forgetting to sleep and eat.

When Gojo Satoru has a fever, he sweats profusely and talks nonsense about all kinds of desserts. He also likes to pull the cold Gu into the bed and hug him to cool down.

Just like now, warm palms slipped out from the edge of the newly tucked bed without anyone noticing.

He grabbed Ge'an who was about to leave.

Ge'an, who knew what he wanted to do, frowned, and slapped off the evil cat's paw.

"Wow Strawberry Daifuku." The sick cat who was beaten was unconscious, whimpered with grievances, and retracted the cat's paw that was shot red.

The crystal blue glass bead-like pupils were wide open and looked at Ge'an, as if they were about to drip water.

He huddled behind the quilt with only half of his face exposed, looking at Ge'an pitifully.

Ge'an heard his voice muffled from behind the bed: "Riko, cheesecake, it's so hot woohoo, tricolor dumpling..."

"I'll get you some food, be good." Ge'an gave a warning and was about to get up and leave.

"Riko, why don't you leave, Riko!" Gojo Satoru became emotional, his red eyes biting the corner of the quilt and rolling on the bed.

"Ah!" Ge'an felt dazzled.

She always thought that Gojo Satoshi looked like a cat, but it wouldn't really grow cat ears, would it?

It seems to be to prove that everything in front of me is not an illusion.

Under the quilt lifted by Gojo Satoru who was rolling.

Ge'an saw a round bulge in the pants behind his buttocks.

She stepped forward and poked lightly, only to feel a soft bounce.

Suddenly pulled down a section of dk's pants.

A fluffy white tail that was as soft as cotton candy exploded out like sticks.

It even wrapped a sticky circle around Ge'an's wrist.