Coquettish six eyes are the best life

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Gojo Satoru is a super conjurer, and the tasks assigned to him are to travel around the country, and sometimes he is sent overseas on business trips.

Each task is cleaned up with seven or eight tasks in a row, and it takes at least five hours to go back and forth, leaving plenty of time for Kamo Tsurumi.

He folded his collar to cover all the traces on his body, and fastened the two buttons on his chest and neckline, revealing only a red mark on the left front of his neck.

I couldn't find a pair of pants that I could wear in the room, and I couldn't go downstairs with bare legs, so I had no choice but to pick up the pair of beige home pants beside the bed to make do with them.

The trousers belonged to Wutiaowu, so he didn't know when he took them off, he didn't remember.

Because he had plenty of time, he endured the pain in his waist and went to the bathroom to take a bath for himself. Although Gojo Satoru gave him a few baths yesterday, he still felt uncomfortable not taking a bath by himself.

After all, that bastard...

Kamo Tsurumi soaked in hot water and gently rubbed his lower back. There were two big handprints on the left and right sides of his waist, which he clearly witnessed with his own eyes.

It hurts like hell, even worse than that, I realized how much force that guy used.

That bastard didn't even help him take a bath.

The hair was also washed, and it hung wetly on the collarbone and hid it in the towel. The undried water penetrated and deepened the color of the towel.

He was still wearing the same shirt, standing in front of the mirror with a toothbrush in his mouth, folded a towel in his left hand and pressed the water out of his hair.

Huh?

He turned his face to the mirror and looked up, only to find the spot on his neck that couldn't be covered. The special position made him more sure that it was Gojo Satoru's masterpiece.

"Tsk."

Maybe it's because of getting up, but anyway, Kamo Tsurumi is very upset now.

He unbuttoned them one by one to see how many there were, but stopped at the top of the third one.

There is one under the collarbone, two more on the right chest, and there are probably quite a few on the back of the neck and back that cannot be seen.

Nothing to look at, nothing to look at.

He closed his eyes and snapped them back in a hurry, not knowing what to see.

All the way down the stairs, before he could figure out what to have for breakfast, he smelled porridge from the kitchen.

——Gojo Satoru cooked porridge for him before he left.

Kamo Tsurumi tasted a spoonful, and Gojo Satoru added sugar.

He brought a large bowl of sweet porridge, sat quietly on the chair and finished drinking, then put the empty bowl and spoon into the sink to wash the dishes, when he saw a post-it note on the window facing the sink:

[The lower back pain just leave me to wash? ]

Makes sense.

He put it down with peace of mind, turned around and cut off the power of the rice cooker.

The porridge was delicious, and he swept it all away.

When passing by the refrigerator, I found a second post-it note on it with a refrigerator magnet, which said [the clothes are on the sofa, I will choose them if you grow taller! ]

He himself didn't notice that he had grown taller, but Gojo Satoru did.

Probably caused by lack of nutrition when I was young, but the age when I was close to the stop of growth was not even the average height of Japanese men.

Kamo Tsurumi didn't care much, and took the white shirt and black shorts on the sofa and put them on.

It fits so well, it fits like it was custom made.

This guy, has he even figured out his body data...

A subtle feeling of being taken care of rose from the bottom of my heart, obviously he was the senior.

Although I was taken care of by everyone when I was in Honmaru, it seems to be different from this one.

For a moment, there was an urge to call Gojo Satoru, which was suppressed by his rationality.

Wu should be doing a task now, it's not good to be distracted.

He is not as capricious as he is.

After Kamo Tsurumi put it on according to his 'request' understandingly, he found a strange black belt and another post-it note on the coffee table:

[Used to cover marks on thighs. ]

Thigh...marks?

He sat down on the sofa, opened his legs and observed carefully, and found a round red mark in the blind spot behind the left leg.

He sat on the couch thinking about the red mark that he didn't know about, and buckled the belt around his thigh to hide the red mark.

The clothes that had just been changed were hanging on the back of his back. It should be uncomfortable. He took off the shirt and home pants from behind, folded them and put them aside.

After folding the clothes, he belatedly remembered that this red mark seemed to be left last night.

At that time, he no longer had the heart to go out and pay attention to other things, which is why he can't remember anything clearly now.

Thinking of the history, the process of that piece turning red will automatically replay in my mind, whether it is the touch or the eyes of the instigator at that time.

His body trembled unconsciously, and the leg ring was also shaken by his thigh, showing a tendency to slide down.

No one cares about leg rings anymore.

The shirt that was neatly dressed a second ago was disrupted, and it was scattered and suppressed and unable to move. The marks on his chest were hiding in the sofa and playing hide-and-seek.

There seems to be more than one tooth mark on the upper body.

Apart from the shoulders, there was also a circle on the left front chest. It should be because the person who opened the mouth didn't grasp the point of strength, leaving only shallow marks.

It can't be compared with the tooth marks around the shoulders that started to hurt because of the wrist swing.

He barely pulled out his pressed hand to support the sofa and sat up straight, and then used that hand to take the mobile phone and broadcast the number he knew by heart.

It's okay to be a little willful.

The phone was dialed, and there was a "beep" dial tone.

He wasn't in a rush at all, he moved slowly and waited for the call to connect.

[beep, beep, beep]

[Di. 】

[Tsuru see? 】There was a roar from Gojo Satoru, it sounded like he was beating the curse spirit

His voice was a little unexpected【Are you at school?how so fast 】

[It shouldn't be...]

[Don't talk about this, you should have seen all the post-it notes I posted, right? 】

[Have you eaten porridge?My cooking skills are not bad. 】

[The bowls and chopsticks are placed there, your waist will definitely not be able to bear it]

[And the clothes on the sofa, I had someone rush to make them, have you worn them yet? 】

He quietly listened to the slightly different voice on the other end of the phone from last night, humming impatiently.

Gojo Satoru was too noisy there, so he didn't notice the strange noise here, and continued talking on his own.

【Did you wear that leg ring?】

"Enlightenment."

【…】

The sound on the other end stopped abruptly, and after the wailing of the suspected curse spirit, someone's swallowing sound was faintly heard.

The sound came again becoming a little menacing, gradually matching that of last night.

[Senior, what are you doing? 】

Kamo Tsurumi didn't have the heart to respond to him, his body tensed up on the sofa, his fingers tightly clasped the phone and trembled.

[Senior——] Gojo Satoru intentionally prolonged his voice, and asked him word by word [you, are, doing, what, what, what? 】

He had a bad intention to tease him, and said deliberately: "Ha, guess."

Gojo Satoru's voice sank at some point.

[I'm doing something bad. 】

[Those post-it notes...Senior thought I just posted them casually? 】

[Thinking of how senior jumped into the trap step by step, it's so cute. 】

[I want to see senior's expression now, I really want to see it. 】

[Senior won't cry again. 】

[I'm still working on the task, senior is so cunning. 】

【No, how about I go back now?Senior welcome me? 】

……

His head seemed to have been anesthetized, and bursts of white light flashed in front of his eyes.

He leaned on the sofa and stared at the ceiling, his hands hanging down feebly.

The eyelids covered the dry eyeballs, and they were so sore that they wanted to cry.

Gojo Satoru was still calling on the mobile phone held in his left hand.

[Senior, please excuse me. 】

"Wh-what." Kamo Tsurumi replied lazily and hoarsely with his eyes closed, with a lingering cry.

[Crying again? 】

"No."

[Senior is so sexy. 】

"Bye."

[Remember to pick me up. 】

"Ah."

-)

It was a little late for Kamo Tsurumi to pack up, so he could only call a taxi to rush there, and the taxi driver had to help him to find the address of Gaochuan.

I don't know what gift Gojo Satoru prepared, but he insisted on going to school.

He was about to walk into the school when he passed a... panda?

——Still a panda cub standing and walking.

Panda, panda.

The love for pandas engraved in his bones made him unable to break his eyes, and kept staring at them impolitely.

A little one, smaller than him.

Naturally, the panda also noticed the burning panda's gaze, and when he turned his head, he saw a strange human staring at him.

this is not……

The panda politely raised his hand to greet him, "Tsurumi!"

Speak, the panda speaks.

"Panda!" He also greeted the panda, not thinking about the scientific reason why the panda can talk.

The panda approached him with small steps and said, "Wu You told me about you."

He stood in front of Kamo Tsurumi, raised his little paw and introduced himself, "I am Panda, the highest masterpiece of Zhengdao!"

"Oh!" Kamo Tsurumi bent down and clenched his fist to bump into his little paw, "Pang Da-kun, can I touch your belly?"

"You can just call me Pang Da." He touched his chubby belly, which seems to have grown 'meat' recently, "Pang Da's belly can't be touched randomly."

"Okay, I'm sad." He chose to change the subject, "Is Wu back?"

"I didn't see him, he probably hasn't come back yet." Pang Da scratched his head and continued, "I'm the only one in the school right now, Zhengdao has something to do, Nitro goes shopping, Wu and Jie both go on missions."

"Oh, there are also Qihaihai and Huiyuan, but they are about to go on a mission. I heard it is a mission from the land god."

"god?"

Kamo Tsurumi raised a little interest and asked: "The land god will also become a curse spirit?"

"I don't know either. I heard it's a second-level curse spirit. Do you want to ask the two of them?"

"That's fine, anyway, Wu hasn't come back yet."