The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

After talking on the phone with Xiaohui and Shier, Naoya has been thinking about the Panxing Sect in his mind.

He still felt that there was some connection between Pan Xingjiao's sudden action and Xia Youjie's sudden return to the college, but there was no evidence to prove it yet.

Do you want to call Wujo Wu over to ask, or should you wait and see what Shier can find out?Naoya thought for a while with some uncertainty.

It is naturally the easiest way to directly call Gojo Satoru to inquire. However, two months ago, after Naoya unilaterally engaged in a moderate 'cold war' with Gojo Satoru, even though they reconciled as before, But after that, Naoya suddenly felt more and more that Gojo Satoru's attitude towards him seemed to be so close, uh... a bit too much.

Although Naoya doesn't know if such a description is accurate, it is indeed the feeling that first emerged in his mind. He couldn't help pressing his forehead, leaning his elbows on the table, and sighed. When he was still young, because of his psychological age, he simply regarded Gojo Satoru at that time as a child, even though sometimes Gojo Satoru lacked a sense of distance when getting along with others, he still Did not take it to heart.

As the two got older, the relationship between each other became closer. Although Naoya gradually no longer treated Gojo Satoru as a child, it was probably because the frog was boiled in warm water. The two got along too naturally. Wu Wu's intimacy without any sense of distance, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and sometimes he was even very used to it.

Until that dream more than two months ago, it was as if a piercingly cold spring poured down from his head, pouring down his heart from head to toe, not only frightened him severely, but also He couldn't help but start to re-examine the way he got along with Gojo Satoru—he didn't understand what went wrong to make him have such absurd dreams.

However, when you didn't pay attention to something before, and just thought it was an ordinary thing, you didn't pay attention to it. When you really care about it, when you peek into the hidden details, you will be surprised. It turns out that nothing seems right.

This year is going to be sixteen or seventeen soon, rounded up, it is roughly equal to two adults, and now I will not mention the fact that they are still sharing the same bed. All the details of every move, revealed in it, seemed a little too close to a friend.

Whether it is habitually hooking his waist and shoulders from time to time, or a bear hugging him and rubbing his cheeks against his ear temples, these actions that Naoya was used to in the past, but now when he is re-examined, he realizes that For purely male friends, no matter how close the relationship is, this seems to be a bit too much.

Although there is also the reason why Gojo Satoru has never had a sense of distance in interpersonal communication, but in retrospect, when he was in high school, Naoya had never seen Gojo Satoru make such an intimate move towards Xia Youjie or Nitzi.

The most frightening thing is that even though he has discovered all kinds of things that are wrong, Naoya still can't think of any resistance, let alone a 'cold war' with Gojo Satoru.

It might even be better to say that Gojo Satoru's intimacy with him, which seemed to be only shown to him, caused a faint inexplicable joy to emerge from a certain corner of his heart.

This is really... cutting constantly, and the reasoning is still chaotic.

Now, Naozai, who can no longer look directly at the messy thoughts in his heart, just feels a little headache, strange, or blame himself for having such a strange dream inexplicably, which makes him still feel the pain in his heart until now. I was so entangled that sometimes I didn't even know what kind of mentality I should use to face the next five enlightenments.

The stomach that has not eaten lunch seems to feel the complicated thoughts of its owner, and it starts to twitch every now and then, with a slight tingling feeling of being too hungry, which also makes countless entangled thoughts in Naoya's mind His thoughts temporarily slowed down a bit, and he no longer rattled his head like a machine gun.

It’s just that the chirping of cicadas outside the window is still ringing non-stop, and the falling sunlight has gradually changed from brilliant golden color to a few touches of orange red—it’s already afternoon in the blink of an eye, and it’s almost time for dinner.

It's time to eat something, too.

Rarely, Naoya took the initiative to think of it, he glanced at most of the matters on the table that had already been dealt with, and decided to reward himself a little, and by the way... also divert his attention.

Regarding the fact that Naoya was willing to take the initiative to eat, the happiest thing is of course Shinshi. Now the other party not only takes care of the affairs of the team captain, but also takes care of the big and small matters around Naoya. His level of care is comparable to that of the original Really hope.

"My lord, because of the hot summer, mung bean and lily soup was specially prepared in the kitchen, but I didn't put too much sugar in it. If you need it, I'll bring it to you."

Nobushi raised the corners of his mouth and introduced today's dishes one by one for Naoya. He said it was dinner, but in terms of simplicity, it was more like afternoon tea. After all, the summer is so hot that even if you are really hungry, it will be because of the scorching heat , I really can’t eat much, not to mention that Naoya’s appetite is not too big, so Xinshi can only ask the kitchen to cook more light and appetizing side dishes, and mung bean lily is also the best soup to relieve the heat in summer.

"It's okay, I can't eat too sweet." Naoya waved his hand. He has never paid much attention to appetite. When it comes to the seasoning of food, the biggest requirement is just lightness. After speaking, he picked up the spoon Shallow, shallow sip of mung bean lily soup in front of him.

The soft and waxy mung beans that have been boiled are turned into sweet 'bean paste' in the mouth when pressed by the tongue coating, soaking in the lips and teeth, and the light fragrance of lily is accompanied by this dense and fresh taste. Sweetness flowed into his limbs and bones, and after swimming around, it finally merged into his chest, bringing a cool breeze there.

"It tastes good," Naoya nodded in satisfaction, looked at Xinshi and asked with a smile, "By the way, have you had this soup? The weather is so hot now, do you want some to relieve the heat?"

"Thank you, Patriarch, for your concern," Xinshi smiled happily, but still shook his head, "But I already drank it at noon, so you can enjoy it slowly, Patriarch, in fact... It was supposed to be given to you at noon, but it was useless to postpone lunch because you were busy with family affairs at that time, and my subordinates were worried that the food would go bad due to the hot weather, so they had to take it back first.”

At the end of speaking, Xinshi's tone already carried a slight sense of resentment, and the corners of his mouth pursed.

"No way, it's too hot at noon, and I have to deal with so many things, I really can't eat," Naoya smiled helplessly. He was always so hot that he lost his appetite. Seeing that Xinshi wanted to say something, he interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "Okay, okay, I understand, I will try my best to eat on time in the future, don't let your sister tell the truth again. Please tell me about it."

"The subordinates don't know what the Patriarch is talking about." Seeing Xinshi raised the corner of his mouth and smiled again, he probably followed Naoya for a long time, knew Naoya's temper, and occasionally dared to make some harmless little jokes with Naoya .

Just like at this moment, even if what Naoya said is indeed true, and more than once, he didn’t admit it as if nothing happened, pushed the other side dishes on the table, and recommended to Naoya, “My lord, don’t Just eating the soup, these side dishes are also very tasty."

Naoya: "..."

Naoya shook his head with a broken smile, and immediately understood that he really hoped that this pair of brothers and sisters around him would be 'bought' together again at some point.

If he had known that when he heard Zhenwang say that she personally took Xinying to study the big and small affairs in the office, he should have paid attention to it.

Although in the final analysis, Xinying was the one who pushed Zhenwang over with his own hands...

I don't know if this counts as "self-inflicted" in a sense?Looking at Shinshi beside him who is concerned about his affairs, especially in the aspect of eating, Naoya can't help but think a little funny in his heart.

All in all, it doesn't feel bad.

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Before going to bed, Naoya lit the orange desk lamp, as usual, looking at "The Baron of the Night" in his hand that he had read many times.

It's just that although the pages of the novel have been spread out, his thoughts are not on them. If you take a closer look, you can find that although his eyes seem to be staring at the words on the pages, the emotions in them are not. He didn't follow the suspenseful and treacherous passages of narrative, but seemed to be caught in some kind of vortex, lost his spirit, and indulged in his own thoughts.

Zhizai is still thinking about the connection between the Panxing Sect, Xia Youjie, and the brain that has disappeared until now.

The more he thought about it, the more entangled he became, his brows gradually knit together with the entanglement of his thoughts, and even the novel in his hand suffered, the flat pages were wrinkled and creased in different shades by his unconscious force.

However, before he could find any clues from the messy threads in his mind, suddenly, he only felt his legs sink, as if something heavy fell directly on his legs, hitting broke his contemplation.

Subconsciously frowned, Naoya looked up, he paused at that moment, blinked his eyes—but saw Gojo Satoru threw himself on his quilt, buried his face, as if he was exhausted ,like a statue.

"... Satoru?" Naoya put down the novel, reached out his hand and shook Gojo Satoru's somewhat heavy and tight body, and asked with some concern, "What's wrong with you, are you tired? Did something happen?" What's the matter?"

"...Naoya," but Gojo Satoru followed Naoya's strength and rolled over on the futon listlessly, looked at Naoya, after a long silence, he hugged him suddenly, and complained, "Mr. Night Moth, he's even gone too far!"

"..."

It was this sudden and familiar bear hug again.

Naoya paused, for a moment he didn't know where to put his hands, he turned his head slightly, trying to see Gojo Satoru's eyebrows and eyes, but he only touched the other's silvery white hair, making him itchy , but it seemed to be inadvertently, gently plucking his heartstrings.

Naoya seems to have understood the real thoughts in his heart, but he can't fully understand, but there is only one thing, he is very clear, at this moment, he really wants to hug Gojo Satoru back.

"You..." Naoya's arms slowly covered Gojo Satoru's back, lowered his eyes, but intentionally carried a teasing smile to cover up his real emotions, "Did you forget to let go again?" [Account]?" At the end of the sentence, there was a hint of gloating.

Gojo Satoru groaned twice in Naoya's arms. Although he didn't say it explicitly, it was basically a tacit agreement.

Since Xia Youjie came to the firm as an intern, and because Niatz had to obtain a doctor's qualification certificate, the tasks at the college were almost only left with Gojo Wu alone, and two people whose tasks were almost impossible to do with him. A first-year student.

Over time, Gojo Satoru, who felt too bored and boring, simply joined Xia Youjie and came to the firm in the name of a college internship. Even behind the firm, there is his own property.

As a result, because the office's welfare benefits are too good, and people from the police department assist and cooperate all the year round, even if they are injured, there are branches of Zhehelan that can be treated in time, and the two of them got along very well in the office , It's even worse than when I was in college.

Naturally, the two of them would return to the college occasionally to do some tasks, but because they were too accustomed to the firm's thoughtful assistance, they tended to forget to put [accounts] more and more.

Although the high-level conjurers were gnashing their teeth at the idea of ​​the two joining the firm, but with the Wutiao family and the government/government staring at them, they could only swallow their anger for the time being, no matter how frustrated they were.

It is precisely for this reason that Zhizai became suspicious of Xia Youjie's intentional leave of absence to return to the high school to do a task. After all, it is reasonable to say that under the current situation of three parties, he is already in an absolutely weak spell It should be impossible and dare not be so forceful for the top management.

Thinking of this, Naoya pursed the corners of his lips and asked again, "The office said that Jie asked for leave yesterday and went back to the college. Is there any task on the college that he must do?"

"Well, it's really nothing, it's not only him, but also me," Wujo Wujo rested on Naoya's lap, waved his hands, and said indifferently, "It is said that Tianyuan personally appointed me and Jie to escort [ Astroplasma], a little girl named Riko Tenuchi."

Naoya was taken aback.