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Gojo Satoru knew that he had confirmed it many times: "That brat Chuya definitely likes me!"

It was already the next day on the way back to school, Gojo Wuxing stayed at home for the night, during which time he had a conflict with Nakahara Zhongya in order to compete for Guangli's attention, and the two almost got into a fight.

Moreover, Gojo Satoru took advantage of his absolute superiority in investigation. When he and Nakahara Chuya quarreled several times, he would deliberately show weakness when Mrs. Hoshimi came over, and let Mrs. Hoshimi, who bumped into Nakahara Nakaya bullying the guests, call him a kid several times. Be polite to guests.

Nakahara, who had suffered a dark loss, was even more unhappy with Gojo Satoru, and naturally became even more aggressive with him, taking advantage of his natural status as Mitsuri's younger brother to make his teeth itch—

Why can that kid enjoy Guangli's bedtime stories? He can only be forced to fall asleep by Guangli's sleeping formula? !

Guangli closed his eyes and rested his mind, trying to achieve five enlightenment.

Wujo Gogan was left out in the cold by Guangli, and took the initiative to pull the hand on Guangli's lap over and held it in both hands: "Guangli, please judge me, I have done nothing wrong to be hated!"

"Uncle, aunt, and Xueji. Except for him, your family members like me, so it's that kid who has a problem!"

He spoke plausibly, holding Guangli's hand while talking.

Beauty is naturally beautiful.

Guangli's hands are even more beautiful than others, his fingers are slender and fair, with well-defined joints, soft and smooth finger pads, without any calluses.

Wujo Wu is tall, and even the palms of his hands are a little wider than Guangli, and when he puts his hands together, he can completely wrap Guangli's hand.

His body temperature was also higher than that of Guangli, and when he held Guangli's cool hand, the warmth from his fingertips and palm was particularly obvious.

Guangli's hands were soft and smooth to the touch, and they were also beautiful, like expensive works of art that could only be displayed in a well-guarded transparent safe.

But who would have thought that when these beautiful hands hold the sword, they can also cause a world-changing change and shock the whole world?

She looks so pretty when she flicks the whip...

Gojo Satoru felt itchy, the more he kneaded the hand holding Hikari, the more he wanted to let go.

From Guangli's fingertips to finger roots, and then to the palms and backs of his hands, every inch of his skin has been kneaded and polished by him, making it even more perfect, no matter where it is, it is completely in line with his wishes.

When he recalled the scene yesterday afternoon when he bumped into Guangli combing the kid's hair, he felt even more envious.

So, when Mitsuri felt that this was enough harassment and planned to let him go, he found that Gojo Satoru suddenly put his hand on his head.

Guangli opened his eyes: "What are you doing?"

Gojo Wu's blue eyes sparkled: "I want it too!"

"Uh..." Mitsuko understood.

This is to let him smooth Wutiaowu's hair like he combed Zhongyuan Zhongya's hair yesterday.

Guangli wanted to indulge Wujo Wu too much: "Nonsense."

After finishing speaking, he was about to withdraw his hand, Gojo Wu pressed it down, and looked at him with wet eyes, pursing his lips: "Guangli, you already combed that brat's hair, are you just messing around with me?"

The driver in front was Wujo Satoru, and he consciously lowered the partition as soon as he got in the car, and didn't even look behind him.

When I got home yesterday, I could hear Gojo Satoru and Nakahara Nakaya chattering, and I felt a little tired.

"Wujo, can you compare everything with Zhongye? How old is he, how old are you?"

"So you really replaced the old one with the new one, right?" Gojo Satoru was so wronged that even his voice was astringent.

"Switch the concept secretly!" And this half line of the poem is also used correctly.

"I'm not wrong!" Gojo Satoru said stubbornly.

"You know, Chuyaman is only four years old and childish. What do you compare with him? Who is more childish?"

Gojo Satoru was still convinced: "If you can be favored by you at a young age, you should be three years old!"

"Uh..." Guangli was a little annoyed by him, "Is there a three-year-old kid your age?"

Wujo realized a pure and harmless expression: "Do I look like it?"

Guangli grabbed some hair for him perfunctorily with the hand that was pressed on his head: "Is it alright?"

Gojo Satoru let go of Guangli's hand a little willingly: "Guangli is so perfunctory."

Before he had time to feel it, the light stopped.

"Stop pushing your feet."

Insatiable?How can it be!

He will never listen to this.

Gojo Satoru puffed his cheeks and changed the subject on his own initiative.

"Guangli, I feel that there is something wrong with Jie's mission."

Hikari continued to close his eyes and meditate, but this time he didn't know Wujo Wu.

He said, "Let's listen."

Gojo Satoru then said, "When I go out on missions with him, we always encounter pretty disgusting things."

"It can save people every time, so occasionally it is useless to be pointed at the nose, but it is useless to be scolded by the Virgin Mary after saving two people... About twice in ten times, it is more efficient than auxiliary supervision. It wasn’t so low before. Since the principle of confidentiality is followed to let ordinary people know, why is it so negligent that family members can get close?”

Occasionally scolding Wutiao Wu can understand, people's emotions are sometimes under control.

But with him as the current Patriarch of the Wutiao family, is it too important for him to have such problems every now and then?

"You also know that Jie has a very naive belief. He always insists that the strong should protect the weak, and that spells exist to protect non-magicians..."

The real power patriarch of the Wutiao family of the Yusan family showed a dazed smile: "I would have thought so when I was three years old."

"Xia You's remark is correct. Curses were originally created by human beings to fight against curse spirits." Guangli said calmly.

"I deny this, but nothing is born to protect other things, right? A spell is just a spell, and where you use it depends on your own thoughts.

Whether exorcising curse spirits or killing each other, if you just want to protect strangers who have nothing to do with you, one day you will be completely disappointed because of people's ugliness, right? "

Gojo Satoru sees the ugliness of people very clearly, and also has a deep understanding.

"Also, I also think that non-magicians are weak. If you think that you can underestimate ordinary people if you have strength, you will suffer a lot."

Gojo Satoru focused on Guangli, even if there was help from the magic world, but in the past encounters of the Hoshimi family, the biggest behind-the-scenes were politicians who were ordinary people.

Even sometimes, conjurers can become knives in the hands of ordinary people and politicians.

Guangli nodded slightly: "That's wrong."

"Just why did you say that in front of Xia You?"

Wujo Satoru would only directly and rudely refute the thesis that Xia Youjie hated him the most when he talked about his beliefs, and then the two started fighting.

"Guangli, do you think Jie's appearance is interesting?" Wujo Satoru said enthusiastically.

"Five." To show a bad face at such a time.

"I know. I think you can only wake up after experiencing it yourself, and you will wake up when you fall in pain, right? How deep will the feeling be when you hear it from someone else's mouth, and how thorough you may even reflect on it." Gojo Satoru put away the pair With a wicked look, he said seriously.

So every time you deliberately make Xia Youjie angry?

"Moreover—only I can call Guangli's name!" When he said this, his expression became more serious.

"Are you still brooding?" Guang Liyou was speechless.

"Maybe it's okay, the light was mine before!" Now there are only more annoying little ghosts, and there are more Jie...

He had a strong possessive desire for Guangli since he was a child, and after the five enlightenments that other people looked at more than he would be stared at by him were lost, they immediately intensified.

"Is Xianxiayou your friend too?" Knowing that Gojo Satoru was referring to a friend, Guangli asked helplessly.

Gojo Satoru blinked: "Light is light, Jie is Jie, it's like that."

"By the way, light is the most important thing in my heart!"

As usual, Guangli ignored Wujo Wu's last words, and didn't worry about it, but returned to the original topic: "Jade carving is a perfect tool. But if you carve too much, rough jade will also break."

"Don't worry, Hikari, with me, I will watch over Jie!" Gojo Satoru said with a smile.

"Uh..." Guangli raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him.

"Why do you doubt me so much, Guangli!"

Wutiao Wutiao's head tilted and he fell onto Guangli's shoulder like boneless: "I have not done any of the things I told you?"

Gojo Satoru's reputation is still there.

Guangli raised his hand to smooth his hair: "Pay attention to propriety, be careless."

Gojo Satoru nodded again and again: "Yeah!!"

It was as comfortable as he imagined!

-

Two days later, the results of Wujo Wu's secret investigation came out.

"There is no abnormality in the assignment of tasks, and they are all following normal procedures...but I always feel that something is right."

After Guangli was transferred to the infirmary, he spent most of his time going out with Xia Youjie. After Wujo Wujo's mission was over, he separated from Xia Youjie on the pretext of buying a limited amount of desserts, and came to a secret contact point of Wujo's house in order to avoid people's eyes. .

After flipping through two thick stacks of documents more quickly than simply flipping through books, Gojo Satoru fell into deep thought as he stared at the pile of documents that looked the same.

"Xiutai, do you think I look easy to bully?" Suddenly, Gojo Satoru suddenly asked the white-haired young man in front of him.

Shuta Gojo trembled all over, looking at Gojo Gojo's handsome face that looked scary even when he was expressionless even though his most terrifying eyes were covered by sunglasses, he said incredulously, "How, how could it be?!"

"The Patriarch looks like someone who is especially good at bullying!"

"Beat you, Mrs. Xiu."

Gojo Xiuta trembled quickly: "I'm very sorry that I made a slip of the tongue!"

"Well, you're right, so those who dare to scold me must be out of their minds, right?"

"Yes! That's right!" Wutiao Xiutai nodded in agreement as if pecking at rice.

Then Gojo Satoru picked up two folders and threw them at Gojo Shuta, who immediately caught them.

"Find out all the people involved in these two tasks, and be sure to detail everything that everyone has been in contact with since birth!"

Relevant people in the two missions said that there are more than a hundred people, the victim's auxiliary supervisor and the person who assigned the mission...

But Shuta Gojo didn't have any objection: "Yes!"

Gojo Satoru got up satisfied: "As soon as possible, other people can find out. This is a big project, don't let me down, Xiutai."

"Understood! You will definitely be disappointed!"

"Then I'm leaving, where are the things?"

"Here, it's ready for you." Gojo Shuta handed Gojo Satoru a bag with the pattern of the dessert shop that Gojo Goji bought on the pretext.

Wujo Wu took the bag and left directly, leaving Wujo Xiutai holding two folders, and heaved a sigh of relief.