Coquettish six eyes are the best life

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"Previous! Senior! Good!"

"Hello, senior."

The first greeting scared all the sleepy people in Kamo Tsurumi away.

There are two freshmen in the Tokyo school this year, one with black hair and mushroom head and the other with blond hair and evil face.

The young man with vigor and the face of a reliable villain seem to be quite complementary.

"I'm Kamo Tsurumi, just call me Tsurumi. I'm the second student at the Kyoto school next door." Kamo Tsurumi introduced himself with a smile. When he was talking about the grade, he got stuck, and then remembered that it was a new school year. "This year should be It's the third grade, please give me more advice."

"Third grade!" Hui Yuanxiong held his hand in admiration and said excitedly, "Senior Tsurumi is so amazing!"

"No...you can advance to the third grade after two years of study, what's so great about that." Kamo Tsurumi couldn't help but complain.

Jianren Qihai took a step forward, held the back of the head of the same period and skillfully pressed it down, and explained to Kamo Tsurumi: "I am very sorry, senior, he is like this, just get used to it."

"Ah good……"

"Tsurumi——!!"

Gojo Satoru heard his voice before he saw anyone, and Gojo Satoru's voice came from a long way away. He jumped up and down in a good mood and threw himself directly on Kamo Tsurumi, resting his chin on the top of his head, holding the The locked key was stuffed into his palm, "Long time no see~ Do you have any presents?"

Kamo Tsurumi almost staggered and fell, and punched him in the face with a backhand while holding the key, although he was dodged.

"I came here as soon as my mission was over. Do you think there are any souvenirs, you bastard?"

Gojo Satoru dodged a punch, turned around and hid behind Hui Yuanxiong, protruding his head and sticking out his tongue at him provocatively, "Don't come here without a gift."

"I'm leaving."

"No, no, no, senior!" Hui Yuanxiong responded in time when the two of them were squabbling like no one else, "Gojo-senpai said that he would take Tsurumi-senpai to eat delicious food in Tokyo without a present, right Gojo-senpai!"

He stared at Gojo Satoru with big bright and pure eyes, not realizing at all that Gojo Satoru didn't mean that at all.

Rao Gojo Satoru was also silent, and opened his mouth to refute, but Hui Yuanxiong had no other bad thoughts in his eyes at all, as if Gojo Satoru was such a good person in his eyes.

"Ah," Gojo Satoru closed his mouth and let out a muffled "hmm".

Wow, Haibara, Gojo's nemesis.

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The freshmen's dinner party was fixed at the izakaya, and Kamo Tsurumi was forced to drink the second glass of wine in his life.

The first cup was Jiro Tachi's strong liquor that Honmaru secretly drank out of curiosity. He got drunk on the spot and didn't go out for three days.

He thought it was a problem with the spirits, and the beer this time should not be a problem, so he happily took the beer handed by the housekeeper and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he was the only one there who was drunk.

Pour in a glass.

Fortunately, he doesn't go crazy when he's drunk, but just sleeps peacefully.

The first person to discover it was Jianren Qihai.

To be precise, everyone thought that Kamo Tsurumi was too tired and fell asleep after drinking half of it. Only the careful and reliable Nanami Jianren found that he couldn't wake up no matter what. He once thought he was beaten by some prankster sleeping pills.

Jianren Qihai called to the house to check his condition. Wujo Satoru beside him shouted happily "he's drunk", and at the same time brought a marker pen from nowhere and wanted to draw a little turtle on his face .

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Kamo Tsurumi, who woke up on the bed in the small bungalow, heard Gojo Satoru's narration, and immediately picked up his mobile phone and turned on the front camera to check whether there was a little turtle on his face.

No, great.

"Damn Qihai actually stopped me from drawing a little turtle!"

Well done Nanami!Today, he will be promoted to be his best junior!

"Enlightenment."

Kamo Tsurumi put his hand on his forehead and pressed it, put down the phone and called Gojo Satoru in the most gentle voice.

"how?"

"Come on, sit on the bed, I will give you a surprise, I have prepared it for a long time."

Gojo Satoru, who didn't think too much, ran to the side of the bed and sat down expectantly. Kamo Tsurumi didn't reach out to touch the hair on the top of his head like usual.

He also felt quite comfortable, so he didn't resist much, and obediently was stroked by him like a kitten, waiting for the so-called "surprise".

Kamo Tsuru didn't forget to observe him while seeing the hair stroking, seeing him let go of his guard little by little, and suddenly headbutted Gojo Satoru.

The foreheads of the two collided with a "boom", and Gojo Satoru's "ow".

"Surprise delivered~" Kamo Tsurumi held his red and painful forehead, approached Gojo Satoru and looked at him, his eyes were full of innocence, "Do you like it?"

The impact was not light, and Gojo Satoru's forehead was not spared either, and the red marks floating on his fair skin were particularly conspicuous.

"Too! Hi! Happy! Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth, quickly grabbed Kamo Tsurumi and started tickling him.

Kamo Tsurumi dodged in time, wrapped himself in a quilt into a big rice dumpling, and stretched out his phone from the gap to show him the content, "I'm going to be on a mission soon, don't be fooled."

Master Gojo Wu didn't care about these things, he seized this slight opportunity and directly pulled his arm to peel him out of the quilt, and pressed him on the bed to tickle his weakness.

"Ha, ha... stop, I'm about to start a mission, stop!"

"No, no, no, when can't the task be done!"

Gojo Gojo's hands were not serious, Kamo Tsurumi was scratched until his stomach ached from laughing, his head lacked oxygen and his mouth was panting heavily, his eyes turned black, and he lay on his back on the bed with no strength in his body.

He was already tired, and he didn't eat much before he got drunk, and when he fell asleep, he had a dream of being haunted by the nitrous to try to drink more.

Like a rag doll being thrown on the bed, Gojo Satoru subconsciously stopped, squatted on the edge of the bed and patted his cheek, "Are you all right? Shall I call Nitro over?"

Kamo Tsurumi recovered a bit, and replied, "It's fine."

He sat up from the bed and looked at the scene in front of him very familiarly. It was the same scene at Kamo's house before: he sat on the bed, and Gojo Satoru squatted beside him.

"Come on, I'm going to fight the curse spirit." Kamo Tsurumi rubbed his forehead, he was the one who caused the pain himself.

"Is it a super magic spirit?" Gojo Satoru asked. He knew how strong Kamo Tsurumi was, but he didn't understand why he was so tired. "You should have beaten a super magic spirit. Why are you so tired?"

"Looking at you yesterday, you almost fell down. Is the super magic spirit so difficult to deal with?"

Kamo Tsurumi rubbed his forehead with his palms, then turned to his temples to try to regain his senses, "It's not a question of difficulty, it's the quantity.

"You'll know when you're in the third grade, it's not in the same order.

"On average, five or six missions will be sent out a day, and a few more missions will be done if the distance is closer and you don't need to spend time on traffic.

"I haven't had a good night's sleep in days."

"Then why don't you just refuse to drop it? Just learn from that special-level woman called Jiujiu." Gojo Satoru had vaguely heard the legend of that super-level conjurer. Just do what you want.

"Ah, how should I put it..." Kamo Tsurumi put down his hands, looked up at the ceiling and wondered what he was thinking, "Since we are all here to be conjurers, let's have a beginning and an end."

"There is a beginning and an end?" Gojo Satoru was keenly aware of his words, and it seems inappropriate to use a beginning and an end here.

"It's nothing." He waved his hand to avoid talking, and changed to another topic, "Speaking of which, Senior Diva and Senior Mingming didn't go on missions so frequently at that time, maybe I'm more capable!"

He praised himself unabashedly, and his swollen brain couldn't concentrate on thinking about other things.

"Take Xiao Hei with you." Gojo Satoru took out the bound black cat from under the bed and threw it into his arms, "I'm tired of playing."

The black cat named Xiao Hei by Gojo Satoru privately got into Kamo Tsurumi's arms, relying on Gojo Satoru's incomprehension, "meow meow meow" and told the guardian how miserable it had been during this time.

Kamo Tsurumi helped it untie the ball of yarn wrapped around its body, and then threw it back to Gojo Satoru, saying, "You are the one who wants to keep it, you are its 'father', and I am not responsible."

"Let's go, I should be back at night, leave a door for me." He didn't give Wujo Wu another chance to throw him, stood up and walked towards the door.

"Didn't I give you the key?"

"Well...then save some food for me."

"I cook?"

"can not you do it?"

"Yes!"

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Although this small bungalow has a kitchen, it has hardly been used. After all, Master Wu rarely lives here, and the only ones he can remember are the last time and this time.

He didn't even have any kitchen utensils. After Kamo Tsurumi left, he went to the supermarket to buy ingredients, kitchen utensils, and several cooking books.

—— Japanese, Chinese, Italian and other cooking books.

Gojo Satoru really doesn't know how to cook, but he is confident that with his talent, he can make it fast.

He spent half a day shopping and studying, and another half day cooking.

I failed once or twice in the middle, and finally succeeded in mastering the skill of 'cooking'.

Lao Tzu is indeed the strongest, invincible!

Gojo Satoru looked at the dishes on the table and nodded with satisfaction, and took a wooden rice spoon to take a large bowl of white rice piled up to the height of a small mountain from the rice cooker.

Special dishes from various countries were placed on the table. He vaguely remembered that Kamo Tsurumi tasted spicy and liked to add some sugar to everything he ate, so he specially made a few more sweet and spicy dishes.

After Gojo Satoru finished the second bowl of rice, he cleaned up the dishes and kept the rice cooker warm.

He went to the living room and started watching TV, which was full of social news.

TV shows have played Superman, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law fights, romance movies, and jumped into a long commercial.

TV shows are fun, and so are the commercials.

The clock ticked past eleven o'clock in the evening, Gojo Satoru finally sensed a hint of coolness, and pulled the blanket on the sofa to wrap himself.

The black cat nestled on the blanket to keep warm, and when he pulled it, it rolled onto the armrest of the sofa, and immediately yelled angrily, "Meow! Meow!"

"Meow what meow." Gojo Satoru casually threw the blanket on it, stretched out his fingers and plucked his ears, "If you keep making noise, I'll get rid of you."

The black cat heard his faint threats, and retreated into the corner, not daring to speak.

Gojo Satoru took the outing clothes from the closet in his room and put them on, went to the entrance to put on his shoes, and waved to the black cat, "I'll go out for a walk and take a good look at the house."

"Boom."

The black cat stuck its head out and grinned at the air when it heard the door closing.

Who would believe him, big liar.

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