After teasing the dog, he got fucked

Some people obviously have other opinions on the matter of "Gou Makiji wants to learn ballroom dancing from Kokodo".

He stood behind Kokoto with his hands on his hips.

"If you choose Ji, you have to teach him to dance."

Gojo Satoru looked at the dog with disgust.

Even though this is his own student, at this moment, the other party also looks hideous.

"Why don't you choose me?"

He raised his hand and patted himself on the chest: "I'm a perfect Gojo Wu, just ballroom dancing, I don't need you to teach me."

But among other things, a single, Gojo Satoru could be knocked out by three strikes.

"As we all know, my male partner can never be older than me." Kokoto looked back at him, "Not even a day older than me."

therefore--

It is absolutely impossible for Gojo Satoru to be four years older than her.

Although it was denied, Gojo Satoru was not silent for a long time.

He immediately said: "It's not impossible for me to be the younger brother and you to be the older sister!"

Seeing that Mikoto didn't respond for a long time, Gojo Gojo made further progress.

Squatting halfway, he drew a pair of scissor hands on both sides of his cheeks.

"Then... my sister?"

Someone's cutesy voice sounds a lot fatter than normal speaking.

Its power is also much stronger than normal speech.

Following the sound of "sister", Kokoto raised his right hand to cover his face in the first reaction.

She held on to the door frame weakly, trying not to fall to the ground.

Kokodo took several deep breaths before regaining his sense of being blown away.

She looked blankly at Gojo Satoru who was still smiling.

Why would there be such a native family and such an elder brother?

Mikoto thought about it in a daze.

Maybe she was a curse master comparable to the double-faced Nuo in her previous life, so she fell to this point.

How else to explain the torture?

"You...you better keep your mouth shut."

Even the fingertips were trembling uncontrollably, and Kokobe felt extremely weak.

Even if she has never experienced the deterrent power of [Boundless Space], she can somewhat figure out how it feels to be attacked by it.

It must be no less than she is now.

No.

Mikoto suddenly became firm.

At this moment, she rounded up and hit [Boundless Space].

It must be repaid a hundredfold!

"I will never choose you as my boyfriend." Kokoto said firmly.

She would never bring such a disgraceful brother to the public.

Even if she could, she wanted to keep a distance of ten meters from him when she went out to show that the relationship was unfamiliar.

Gojo Satoru puffed up his mouth and said dissatisfiedly, "What's wrong with letting the strongest be your male partner?"

Too lazy to continue explaining the reasons, Kokodo has long decided to deal with him in the simplest way.

"It's nothing bad." She rubbed the invitation letter in her hand, "But you are too strong."

Although she has decided to make a mess of things, her intentions cannot be seen at a glance.

"And it's not appropriate to take you there."

"After all, you..."

After a pause for a while, Mikoto slowly let out a breath.

"It's my brother."

The corners of her lips curled into a slight curve, which couldn't be seen unless one looked carefully.

But in Wujo Wu's eyes, it was bright and bright, and it couldn't be ignored more than the sunlight coming in from the window.

He suddenly didn't know what to say in response.

This "brother" came so unexpectedly that it was unavoidably surprising.

Even Gojo Satoru couldn't guess that when he heard this call again, it would be in such a scene.

His reaction, however, fell right into Mikoko's plan.

She pushed Gojo Satoru, who was still in a daze, out of the door, and slammed the classroom door behind her backhand.

"All right."

Kokodo unfolded the invitation letter and photographed it on the dog-rolled-thorn table.

"see it?"

She clicked on the time mentioned in the text of the invitation letter.

"That means, for the next week, you'll at least find time to learn to waltz."

Raising his eyebrows, Kokoto knocked on Goujuji's table twice: "Did you hear what I said?"

It's just that following her actions, it was obvious that Gou Juanji was not the only one who came back to his senses.

Maki and Panda followed the sound to look at her and applauded at the same time.

They sighed with great gratitude: "We have wanted to do this for a long time."

"When he said he was the 'perfect Gojo Satoru'." Nagasaki Ye Qianwei was also quite touched.

Maki immediately added: "When he yelled 'sister' with a straight face."

"In short." Panda concluded his statement, "Thanks to Ms. Kokodo for doing what we have always wanted to do."

Fu Hei Huimu complained with a straight face: "Do you mean to lock him out?"

Glancing at the black blindfold floating by the window, Curly the Dog replied fearlessly: "Salmon!"

The white hair outside the window jumped twice, silently expressing his injustice.

And Kokodo did not ignore this point.

She pulled a chair casually and sat down in front of the dog Curlthorn.

"But he's really not suitable enough."

Kokoto lowered his eyes, looked at the words on the invitation letter, and let out an inaudible "tsk".

"It's not that appropriate in every sense of the word."

"If it's Chuya or Dazai, they more or less recognize it."

"But if it's an unfamiliar face..." She frowned slightly distressed, "there are very limited reasons for appearing there."

While rubbing the center of his brows, Kokoto explained: "I have good reasons to find companions from the same organization to accompany me, and I can also bring my beloved lover to attend."

"But Wujo Satoru doesn't work."

She shook her head, her complexion became more complex in an instant.

"He's not part of the port mafia, and I can't tell people he's my 'male favourite'."

Hearing this, Nagasaki who was drinking water spit out the water from her mouth in a shapeless manner.

She slapped her chest hard, trying to stop her coughing.

It's just that while coughing, she didn't forget to cast a curious look at the dog curly thorn.

Senior Goumaki is not considered a member of the Port Mafia, but he was invited by Ms. Kokodo...

Isn't that—

"That is to say, if you go with me, you will appear as my 'lover'."

Kokoto put away the invitation letter, crossed his hands, and supported his sharp chin in a bridge shape.

She squinted her eyes and smiled so hard that it was hard to tell how much emotion was hidden in it.

"But having said that, the core job is keeping me safe."

"I think you should be willing."

Even at the cost of some reputation.

The unexpected news one after another stunned the dog.

But no matter what kind of excuses they put on, their essence remains the same.

Mikoto needs dog curly thorns.

After realizing this, any other shortcomings seem less important.

Gou Makiji and Kokoto looked at each other, and replied solemnly: "Tuna mayonnaise!"

As long as she still needs him, then he has no reason to refuse.

This agreement means that Mikoto has solved the biggest problem of attending the banquet.

She stood up neatly, and then decided on the follow-up solution.

"Starting tomorrow, I will find someone to teach you ballroom dancing."

Kokoto took out his mobile phone and typed in the dialog box.

"Body data or something, tomorrow I will bring a tailor to measure, and try to rush out a matching dress before the banquet begins."

With that said, she hurried towards the door.

Opening the door, Kokoto turned around and smiled brightly at the dog: "Then see you tomorrow?"

Dazed by her smile, Gou Juji didn't notice the corner of Gojo Satoru's mouth curled downward outside the door.

He just unconsciously grabbed his collar and answered with "salmon roe" nonchalantly.

Goujuji originally thought that Mikoto would only show up with a tailor the next day.

But unexpectedly, Mikoto brought a third person whom Kazuki had never seen before.

He looks very handsome, but also very familiar.

It's just that the dog curly spine still can't remember where he saw him.

However, there are always students who can remember things that he can't remember.

Looking at the man following Mikoto, Nagasaki Kagemi was so shocked that she could hardly speak.

She stuttered for a long time and failed to call out the other party's name smoothly.

The person who came just smiled softly and gently: "Just call me a public relations officer. After all, the name used in Bright World is not as familiar as this code name."

"Well, but don't be fooled by his smile." Kokobe put a thick cotton pad on the upper of the shoe, "He can also be deceiving."

She adjusted the position of the cotton pad, "I will ask him to help. On the one hand, I will consider the problem of costume design, and on the other hand, I will teach you some tips for dealing with those people while teaching ballroom dancing."

Kokoto smiled at Goumaki: "In other words, how to calmly accept your identity."

Hearing this, Curlythorn's ears were so red that they almost burst into flames.

What he had tried to ignore all night made him restless again.

Seeing this, Kokodo was about to say something, but was appeased by the public relations officer.

He smiled like a spring breeze, "You and I still have things to do, so don't procrastinate on these things."

After all, the PR officer took a step forward and stood in the middle of the classroom.

Under the watchful eyes of the students, he slowly lit the candle that he stuffed in his pocket before.

With the candle in his right hand, he said slowly in a very rhythmic voice.

"The waltz is not difficult, what is difficult is to maintain a steady and graceful attitude throughout the process."

The public relations officer turned half a circle, faced Kokoto, and stretched out his left hand, palm up.

"Next, we will show you the six basic steps of the waltz. Those of you who have good body control should be able to master it after just one look."

According to the dance invitation etiquette, the PR officer bowed slightly and asked with a smile, "Would youbemine?"

This classic British accent is so perfect that it doesn't seem to come from a Japanese population.

And its meaning is simple and easy to understand.

Literally, it just means "will you be mine?"

But put it here, it has lost a bit of possessive color, and has become another meaning.

Would you like to be my dance partner?

This should have been a normal dance invitation procedure.

But someone who appeared suddenly wanted to take it literally.

He pulled away the public relations officer's outstretched left hand, and said, "Who's yours?"

Gojo Satoru took the public relations officer aside and stood in front of Kokodo instead of him.

"I'll be a teaching assistant." He put his right hand behind his back and extended his left hand to her. "The dance party is the most common social occasion in Western culture, and it is also the most important social means."

Looking at the calm-looking Kokoto, he said with his mouth behind his back.

"I have something to tell you."

Is there anything that Labour Gojo Satoru can say in person?

Kokoto closed his eyelids, and then looked at the public relations officer standing aside: "Then let Mr. Gojo work hard."

As she spoke, she walked towards the large suitcase she had brought with her when she came.

After shaking off the shoes on his feet, Kokobe decisively changed into a pair of 10cm high stilettos.

She stretched her ankles before standing in front of Gojo Satoru again.

Putting the tip of his right finger on Gojo Satoru's open palm, Kokoto raised his eyelids and said politely, "Thank you for the invitation."

The public relations officer standing aside raised his eyebrows helplessly, and sat down with the dog curly spines.

He found out the bluetooth speaker, clicked on "The Blue Danube" casually, and then pointed to the two of them and began to explain.

As the water of the Danube turned into musical notes and flowed quietly in the room, Kokobe raised his arm and held Gojo Satoru's shoulder.

The other party was wearing a black school uniform she dubbed a "garbage bag".

It's just that at this moment, it is also abruptly showing a bit of strict formality.

Wide palms are attached to the back of the shirt through the shirt.

Even 10cm high heels cannot make up for the height difference between the two.

Kokoto raised his head and looked at the eyes of the sky hidden behind the blindfold.

"So, shall we begin?"

Gojo Satoru took a step forward with his left foot, and at the same time, Kokodo stepped back with his right foot tacitly.

Thus, officially kicked off the prelude to this waltz.

Square step, turn left, turn right, move forward, move sideways, and move feet together.

At the very beginning, the two of them just staggered around the classroom with the simplest steps.

Occasionally, the public relations officer can be heard explaining the dog curly spines.

But as the music gradually reached its climax, the sounds outside the "dance floor" were covered by the music.

This is the best time to discuss.

It will not be heard clearly by a third person, nor will it be so intimate that it will be suspicious.

At the dance, almost everyone chooses this moment to talk.

And now is no exception.

"I went to investigate." Wujo Wu's lips moved, and he said the investigation he conducted the night before, "The Chanyuan family found Hua Jiuhui to cooperate."

That's why the Huajiu Society sent the invitation letter to the High School of Conjuration.

"They're trying to get you."

"I know." Mikoto raised his hand and twirled around Gojo Satoru's arm, "There are still some Gojo family's handwriting."

These are all things that come to mind with a little thought.

After all, the Yusan family has always been in the same spirit, if the person who made two of them go bankrupt is caught, how can there be no reason not to "help each other"?

After neatly completing a sidewalk and sliding step, Gojo Satoru let go of his hands and held down Kokodo's waist.

He lifted her up easily, and then put her back on the ground in a circle.

Gojo Satoru was extremely helpless: "You should at least allow me to stand by your side, right?"

Putting his shoulders on his shoulders again, Kokobe raised his chin and replied indifferently.

"Your position does not need to be manifested through me."

She leans back confidently, making a perfect heavy lean.

The center of gravity of Kokoto's whole body was pressing on Gojo Satoru's hand on her back.

But Gojo Satoru was unaware of the difficulty.

He held Mikoto in his arms calmly, and suddenly asked when she stood upright, "Then do you want to continue dyeing your hair?"

"What's wrong with my dyed hair?" Kokoto frowned.

She dyed her hair in part to conceal her identity.

But the natural white hair is so suitable for dyeing and coloring, who can resist doing something to it?

"Your hair grows long."

Gojo Satoru unceremoniously pointed out the negligence of Mikoto who was busy during this time.

"The whiteness at the roots is particularly noticeable."

This is the disadvantage of a partner of 1.9 meters.

Kokoto stopped in his tracks for an instant.

She is 1.7 meters three, plus the high heels are 1.8 meters three, how many people can see the top of her head?

That's the bastard Gojo Satoru.

It's fine if you see it, but you have to say it.

Kokoto blinked, and the corners of his mouth curled down almost invisibly.

She looked at the hand she was holding with Gojo Gojo, and reconfirmed: "You haven't turned on No Lower Limit now, have you?"

"No." Gojo Gojo wondered, "It's just dancing, what's the matter, oh!"

Holding Kokodo's waist as quickly as possible, he lifted her up again.

He supported his body with his left leg and swung his right foot vigorously.

"God's life!"

"It's fine if you don't open it." Kokoto, whose name was called, folded his hands slowly, "If there is no limit, the pair of shoes I prepared in advance will be wasted."

It's not in vain to step on Gojo Satoru, so she changed her shoes on purpose.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

If it's not that pleasant to listen to, it's okay to give it another kick.

The author says:

Kokodo: I changed the shoes just for you.

The public relations officer sitting next to him (poke the dog's curly spine): What does this incident teach us?

Dog curly thorn:?

PR Officer: Don't swear in front of girls.

PR Officer: Especially a woman like Mikoto who rarely holds grudges.

When Gojo Satoru called "sister" earlier.

Yixi: "If there is such a younger brother, what time do you go home every day?"

Then we both did it almost at the same time.

Yi Xi: "I won't return all night."

Me: "Mikoto: I'm separating."

LOL.

Ah, I originally wanted to finish it at 4000, but it still exceeded the number of words. Mom, this is really Gojo Satoru dancing.

By the way, from the moment the two of them spoke, it was not at the level of an ordinary ball waltz.

That is the standard jumping method of waltz (referring to the jumping method specially used for competition or performance).

感谢在2021-12-1923:11:26~2021-12-2200:42:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 2 bottles in the lamp;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!