My fish pond is not limited to the world of magic

Nakahara also looked at Gojo Satoru.He clearly felt the other party's warning and hostility, overwhelming and sweeping the entire bar, with a faint sour taste.

He hooked the corners of his mouth, and instead of following the other party's intention to hide back and avoid Hoshide Kazuya's touch, he leaned forward to get closer, and opened his mouth to take a sip of his wine.

The shadow that fell suddenly on the side blocked the light that was not very bright, but Xingchuhe might really be too drunk, he only had eyes on the young man in front of him who was drinking with him, as if he didn't notice it at all This extra person around me.

He ignored this person who appeared suddenly, and naturally Nakahara Chuya, who was not familiar with Wujo, would naturally ignore him.He was secretly vigilant about this person's actions to prevent him from running away on the spot in a panic. On the surface, he was still very calm, and even under the persuasion of Xingchu and Ye Ruannuo, he drank two more sips of wine.

The two are very close now, and even in the current dim light, Zhong Yuanzhong can still clearly see the thick and long eyelashes of the person in front of him.

He had never been that close to anyone before.Zhong Yuanzhong also subconsciously breathed lightly.

Gojo Satoru, who was standing aside, watched this scene, his eyes darkened, and the aura around him was even more terrifying.

However, Xingchuhe couldn't feel it, and Zhongyuanzhong didn't care much.

So these two people remained calm in such a weird atmosphere.

The young man's eyelashes quivered from time to time, and there was a hint of drunken red at the end of his eyes.

He raised his chin slightly, drank the last sip of wine in the glass, and bit the lemon slice between his teeth.When he swallowed the wine, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a few drops of liquid dropped from his red lips, slid down his jaw to his Adam's apple, and then went down and sank into his neckline, leaving some shiny marks.

"Finish?" The man's slightly deep voice came from the ear, and there seemed to be suppressed emotions that were about to come out.

Hoshide Kazuya seemed to realize that there was another person beside him and Nakaya, he tilted his head to look over in a daze, blinked hard twice, trying to see who the person standing in front of him was.He stared blankly at the man for a long time.

After a long time in Central Plains, I also began to feel that something was wrong, and according to the movement of the forearms of the two people touching each other, I pulled his arm and called him: "He?"

"Hmm..." Hoshide Kazuya also uttered some vague syllables, he seemed to have a reaction, he blinked again, squinted his drunken eyes, leaned forward, and took a closer look at the man.After a while, his eyes widened a little, and after a second of clarity, he immediately became drunk again.

Xing Chuhe also shook his head, his voice was a little muffled due to drunkenness, but he was still very firm: "I don't know you."

Zhong Yuanzhong also immediately laughed very presumptuously, and turned his head to see the reaction of the person who was identified as a "stranger" by Kazuya.

Neither angry nor happy, expressionless, but extremely depressed.He chuckled again, drank the wine in the glass with the current action, put down the empty glass, and then held Hoshide Kazuya's wrist with his backhand.

The boy's wrist was slender, with distinct wrist bones. He held it through the glove, and he could still feel the skin under his palm slightly warm, and the pulse was clearly beating from his fingertips.

A little hasty, tapping on his fingertips one after another.

There seemed to be something wrong with the rate of his heartbeat.

Zhong Yuanzhong also hesitated, and turned his gaze to the boy in front of him.Hoshide Kazuya was looking at him, his eyes still full of drunkenness, but when he passed his gaze, he blinked his left eye quietly, which immediately disappeared the drunkenness in his eyes, and he looked sober, even With some pitiful requests.

Zhong Yuanzhong also understood instantly.Before Wujo Wujo came, Hoshide Kazuya was really drunk, but after he came, Hoshide Kazuya was really sober the moment he saw this person clearly.

... kind of magical.

Nakahara Chuya moved his fingers slightly, gently rubbing the inside of the boy's wrist.

Although he still felt very angry, he seemed to suddenly understand why Osamu Dazai always liked to make troubles.

He cleared his throat, pretended not to be aware of the other party's hint, and said, "I don't know you? Let's continue in another place."

Hoshide Kazuya's eyes widened instantly, with indescribable panic, he subconsciously shook his head, and the wrist held by Nakahara Chuya also shook and struggled slightly.

Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he stopped suddenly, stood up unsteadily and threw himself on Nakahara Nakaya, hooked his other hand around his neck, and murmured provocatively: "Go brother!" at home?"

Hoshide Kazuya is indeed still drunk now, but not as thoroughly drunk-maybe it was really quite thorough before, but isn't this Gojo Satoru coming?

In his perception, drunk people would not intentionally lower their volume.So when he said this, he didn't suppress his voice, but instead raised the volume a little bit to ensure that Gojo Satoru could hear him and wouldn't doubt his current state.

"Okay." Zhong Yuan held his wrist with one hand and put his arm around his waist with the other, "Go home and sleep."

At the same time as the last syllable fell into his ears, Hoshide Kazuo also suddenly felt a tugging sensation from the back of his collar.Gojo Satoru pulled him up by his collar.

He opened his eyes wide in an instant, and subconsciously grabbed Nakahara Chuya's shoulder.

Just kidding, now that Gojo Satoru has taken him away, can he still survive?No matter how drunk he is, it's impossible for him to be so confused that he doesn't even realize this.

From beginning to end, he had only one thought.Firmly grasp the life-saving straw of Chuya Zhongyuan, and he will not leave Gojo Satoru even if he is killed.

As long as he gets through tonight, he will be a good man again in the morning.It's so easy to pretend to be drunk, and tomorrow, he will refuse to admit what he did tonight, so what can Gojo Satoru do to him?

But it's different now.If he falls into Gojo Satoru's hands now, will he still be able to see the sun tomorrow?

The key is……

How did Gojo Satoru come so quickly? !

Seeing the way this man was so cautious last night, he thought they would not see each other for at least a week.What now?Can there be 24 hours?If I had known Gojo Satoru would come so soon...

While he was brainstorming, he frantically blinked at Nakahara Chuya to hint, and while Gojo Satoru was pulling, he firmly clasped Nakahara Chuya's shoulder, saying nothing.

It is true that Nakahara Chuya is scheming, but judging from the current situation, it is obvious that Gojo Satoru is more terrifying-at least he should not touch himself until Mori Ogai gives the order.But who the hell knows what Gojo Satoru is going to do?

Zhong Yuanzhong also watched him very intently, as if he was receiving the information from him bit by bit.Then, after a while, he let go of his hand suddenly, the hand on his wrist was loosened, and the hand around his waist was also loosened.

Hoshide Kazuya opened his mouth wide at once, and the hands on his shoulders unconsciously increased their strength.Zhong Yuanzhong also took away the goblet he was still holding in his hand, and placed it lightly on the table.The bottom of the cup collided with the table, making a crisp sound.Nakahara also grabbed the wrist of his hand that was still pinched on his shoulder, and easily pulled his hand off.

He stood up, avoided Hoshide Kazuya's condemning and sad sight, and looked at Gojo Satoru, but the words in his mouth were still for Hoshide Kazuya: "I know you want to go with me, but he doesn't want to." , then I have nothing to do."

The leader had told him not to conflict with the conjurer for the time being.And even without this sentence, he would not choose to have a dispute with Gojo Satoru here.

He liked the store very much, and he didn't want to spoil this rare and leisurely evening.

Plus……

He shook Hoshide Kazuya's forearm firmly, and comforted him: "Don't worry, he won't do anything to you."

Even if Gojo Satoru really wanted to do something to Hoshide Kazuya, it would probably have to wait until after he became an adult and everything was settled.

This strongest conjurer is quite unrestrained, and sometimes he really has no rules and does a lot of outrageous actions.However, after all, he is still a good law-abiding citizen engaged in a serious job, and in this kind of matter, he cannot compare with the port mafia.

Moreover, feelings are indeed shackles, which will make people start to become intimidated, and for no reason give birth to many worries that they would not have had before.

The leader's analysis was never wrong, and he believed in the leader's judgment.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed down on the brim of his hat, let go of his hand, and watched the man across from him pick up Xing Chuhe like a kitten.

He raised his eyebrows, looked at Gojo Satoru, patted Hoshide Kazuya on the head under the other's staring eyes, and said provocatively, "I'll wait for you."

Gojo Satoru's face was gloomy like the sky before the storm, and there was an aura of "I'm very upset now" all over his body.

"Where do you want him to go?" His voice was full of hostility.

The bartender put the freshly mixed wine on the bar, Nakahara glanced over there, raised the corner of his mouth, raised the wine glass, and held it in front of Wujo Wujo.

The clear blue wine swayed gently in the two pairs of blue eyes, and the three different blues seemed to be intertwined, forming an ingenious balance.

Zhong Yuan also opened his lips, suddenly breaking the balance: "Go to our tomorrow."

Gojo Satoru suddenly reached out and pinched the cup wall.The fragile glass trembled, and the wine contained in it shook more rapidly.

"Tomorrow, please drink." Nakahara Chuya withdrew his hand, pressed down on the brim of his hat, and looked up at Hoshide Kazuya.After a while, he turned and left, leaving the last sentence: "He said the color of this wine is beautiful, like your eyes."

——Of course, the "you" in "your eyes" refers to Chuya Nakahara, not Gojo Satoru.

But he is kinder, so he will not change the subject.

Hoshide Kazuya, who received Nakahara Chuya's gaze and heard the words clearly: "..."

He glanced cautiously sideways at his own face.The cup of "tomorrow" stood there quietly, held by Gojo Satoru.Dense cracks appeared on the cup wall.

However, it didn't break.

Hoshide Kazuya's pupils dilated a little.

As expected of Gojo Satoru, the strongest man in the history of the magic world, the strength to pinch the cup is really perfect.

The man behind him held his collar in one hand and the artistic wine glass in the other, stared at him for two seconds, and drank the wine in the glass.

Hoshide Kazuya also grabbed the bar and struggled a few times before successfully standing on the ground.Gojo Satoru still tugged at his collar, put the cup by his hand, and the breath he exhaled swept over the side of his neck and the roots of his ears, causing a itchy feeling.

"This wine, have another glass." Gojo Satoru said.

Hoshide Kazuya: "..."

Hoshide Kazuya: "???"

He glanced back at Gojo Satoru abruptly.The man didn't know when he took off his sunglasses. He looked calm, his eyes were clear and slightly bright, he uttered words clearly, and his figure was quite stable. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like he was drunk, but what he did just now...

Gojo Satoru glanced at him.

Hoshide Kazuya immediately regained his drunken eyes, tilted his head, bent his eyes, stared straight at Gojo Satoru, and said after a few seconds, "Brother, you are so beautiful."

He raised his hand to touch the person's face, like a real drunk, and he was still muttering: "The eyes are beautiful, the nose is beautiful, and the mouth is also beautiful...everywhere is beautiful."

Regardless of whether Gojo Satoru was drunk after drinking that glass of spirits, anyway, the other party would definitely think he was drunk when he looked like this-the two of them knew very well that this behavior would never happen when they were sober. possible to do.

The moment Hoshide Kazuya put his hand on Gojo Satoru's light-colored lips, he was caught by the person in front of him.He grabbed his hand, his lips parted slightly, and the tip of his tongue licked lightly on his fingertips before taking his hand aside.

Gojo Satoru grabbed Hoshide Kazuya's hand, bit his lower lip, and said, "Not only is it beautiful, it's also delicious."

He stared at Hoshide Kazuya's slightly trembling pupils, and asked, "Do you want to taste it?"

He didn't know how drunk Hoshizuka was now, anyway, he could be regarded as drunk with his appearance.

Hoshide Kazuya opened his mouth slightly, staring blankly at Gojo Satoru.

He was already frightened when this person licked him, but now his reaction is extremely slow, as if he is really drunk.

Gojo Satoru grabbed his hand a little harder.He leaned forward, and the snow-white eyelashes swept back and forth in front of his eyes like a small brush. The people watching it felt itchy, and couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it.

The words that Jiu Zhuang is cowardly and courageous are true.Hoshide Kazuya's brain twitched, and he really reached out and touched it.The warm palm was pressed against the young man's eyes.

Gojo Satoru was blinking deliberately, and the small brush made his palm itch, and that itch was transmitted to his heart, making him always want to do something again.

Xingdehe also felt that something was wrong with him now, or in other words, probably very wrong.

He buried his fingertips in Gojo Satoru's hair, trembling twice as the man blinked.

He licked the roof of his palate, deciding to put the problem down to the alcohol.

Anyway, he and Gojo Satoru are both in a state of drunkenness now, no matter who is drunk and who is not, it doesn't matter what they do today, everything will change when they wake up tomorrow morning.He wouldn't mention it, and Wujo Wu certainly wouldn't mention it either.

After figuring it out, Hoshide Kazuya removed the hand that was covering Gojo Satoru's eyes, and hooked the man's neck instead, pursed his lips and smiled, and said, "I want to taste it."

He licked his lips, and in Wutiao Wu's darkened eyes, he pressed it to the young man's ear, and asked in a breathy voice, "Brother, do you want to taste it?"

……

At nine o'clock in the morning, the sun was bright and cloudless.

Hoshide Kazuya grabbed the quilt and rubbed against each other, then opened his eyes in a daze.

Headache, super painful, extremely painful, so painful that he felt like he was going to die.

He frowned and snorted twice, then sat up suddenly from the bed, and when he saw the man squatting beside the bed, he choked back the cry of "Fuck", which wobbled and turned into a hum.

Gojo Satoru squatted beside the bed, propped his elbows on the bed, and looked up at him.He didn't wear sunglasses, and his blue eyes were full of teasing. "Yo, are you awake?"

Hoshide Kazuya: "...!!!"

"Why doesn't Kazuya talk?" Gojo Satoru raised his hand and pressed his Adam's apple, and asked, "Did you hoarse from drinking?"

Xingdehe also pinched the quilt, shrank back, and said, "No."

As soon as he said a word, he immediately closed his mouth again.

"..." It was really dumb.

Gojo Satoru: "Pfft."

Xingchuhe also complained, talking at the top of his voice, aggrieved: "You're still laughing..."

"Who was drinking with others without telling me yesterday?" Gojo Satoru stood up and flicked his forehead with his fingers.

Xing Chuhe also covered his forehead, blinked twice, and said, "It hurts."

"You're drinking." Gojo Satoru flicked the back of his hand as well.

"Then... I was forced." Hoshide Kazuya put out the words he had thought up last night, "Chuya insists on letting me drink, how dare I refuse."

"Chuya?" Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes.

"Bah, bah, bah." Hoshidekazu also immediately remembered that this person seemed dissatisfied with "calling him by name", and immediately changed his words, "Mr. Zhongyuan."

"I'll make you hangover soup." Satisfied this time, Gojo Satoru rubbed the person's head, turned and left.

Hoshide Kazuya let out an "Oh" in a daze, sat on the bed, watched the man push the door and left, then stared at the closed door of the room and continued to be in a daze.

After a while, he shook his head and suddenly realized something.

Now make hangover soup.Then what was he doing squatting here just now?

He immediately remembered his teacher's childish and naughty nature, touched his face, and grabbed the mirror by the bed.

There are no strange little red flowers on it, and there are no imprints drawn with pens, the whole face is clean.Hoshizuka also blinked, surprised and confused.

What was Gojo Satoru doing just now?Staring at him in a daze?

Hoshide Kazuya also imagined the picture, and immediately felt uncomfortable all over, threw down the mirror and touched his arm.After a while, he suddenly remembered something, pulled off his collar, and lowered his head to look at himself.

Still nothing.

He breathed a sigh of relief and straightened his clothes.

Xingchuhe also never expected that after arriving yesterday, he would actually be broken.

He was carrying bouts of headaches and feeling sick from time to time, frowning and thinking, but he just couldn't remember what happened after he finished saying that sentence.But by the looks of it, nothing should have happened.Aside from some of the usual hangover effects, he didn't feel anything was wrong, and he didn't have any strange markings on him.

Very well, his pure and beautiful teacher-student relationship has been preserved.

Although Wutiao teacher is sometimes a little naive, he is still a good person.He was so tossed yesterday, this person didn't do anything to him, and now he is going to help him make hangover soup.He really is a good teacher, he really is a good teacher who only treats him as a student.Occasionally, he had that kind of thought before, because his mind was bad.

Hoshide Kazu also bowed towards the air, as an apology for this matter.In the future, this matter will be reversed, and he will never doubt that Wutiao teacher and his boxer are in love.

So in this way, it is even more important to help Wujo Wu find a suitable blind date.His teacher must not let him delay his life's major events, which is against Shengde.He had to help Wujo Wu choose from the people he knew, and find a few suitable candidates for him.

But before that, he had to ask Brother Feng if there was any news.After all, outstanding people will always attract each other. Brother Feng is so outstanding, although his friends around him are not as good as him, they must be all good.

And: Brother Feng early w

He: Brother Feng, do you still remember what I said earlier about wanting to find a blind date for my teacher?

Peak of Combat Power: Remember, what's wrong?

He: Well, has Brother Feng found any suitable young ladies recently?

The peak of combat power: ...

Peak combat power: Sorry, I've been busy recently.

And: Huh?It doesn't matter!Brother Feng, come on!Pay attention to body QAQ after work

Peak of Combat Power: Are you so sure that I'm busy with work and not dating?

and:! ! !

and:? ? ?Q!Woooooooooo are you in love?

Peak combat power: Not yet, I'm still working hard.

And: Huh? !who is it!There are still people who don't accept Brother Feng!How great is our brother Feng.

Peak combat power: He has a lot of things to do, so I can't be too anxious.And... there are quite a lot of people around him.

and:!Rival?

The pinnacle of combat power: I guess.

He: Don't be cowardly, Brother Wow, of course you have to be more domineering at this time!Go straight to your rival, swear your sovereignty, believe me, no one can refuse my Brother Feng!

Peak combat power: Do you like more domineering ones?

And: Yes, wow, so handsome!

He: But I love Brother Feng no matter what he looks like. / than heart

The peak of combat power: I know so much about this kind of thing, and my mouth is so sweet...

And: Huh?

Peak combat power: If you have a chance in the future, teach me how to chase people.

and:!

The peak of combat power: what's wrong?

and: Nothing!I said, yes!I am very honored!Guaranteed that Brother Feng can catch it~

Xing Chuhe also bit his lips, chatted with someone casually, and found an excuse to log off.

He suddenly remembered the curse spirit who had divination for him at that time.Have you really fallen out of love a long time ago?

There was a sound of opening the door behind him. He was holding his mobile phone, sitting cross-legged on the bed, with his head down, depressed.

"What's wrong?" Gojo Satoru put the hangover soup aside, squatted down beside the bed, and asked him with his head up.

"……I'm dumped."

Gojo Satoru froze, stared at him for a while, then slowly looked down at the phone he was holding in his hand.After a while, he suddenly laughed as if he suddenly understood something.

Hoshide Kazuya looked up at him in surprise, his red eyes filled with sadness: "Teacher Wujo!"

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips, but there was still an indelible smile in the corners of his lips and eyes.

Hoshide Kazuya was also very sad: "Is it such a funny thing for you to lose my love? First love!"

Gojo Satoru shook his head, pinched his face with a smile, and said, "Of course not, I'm really sad for us and Kazuya."

Hoshide Kazuya finally couldn't bear it anymore and his face darkened: "...You should hold back your laughter first before talking."

Gojo Wujo cleared his throat, calmed down, and comforted him like a caring teacher: "It's okay, everyone will encounter lovelorn times. Your first love will always be your first love, and this relationship will not change. "

"That's why it's even more sad!" Hoshide Kazuya gritted his lips.

"Don't worry about gains and losses. If there is fate, you will definitely come together in the future." Gojo Satoru patted his head, picked up the hangover soup on the side, "Come on, drink this first."

Xingdehe also curled his lips, responded sullenly, and took the soup.

"When you're almost done resting in the afternoon, let's go find Mori Ogai."

Hoshide and Ye sipped the soup, then raised their heads abruptly.Gojo Satoru stood by the window, against the light, unable to see his expression clearly.He was silent for a moment and said, "Okay."

The man didn't respond, leaning against the window sill, holding his wrist, rubbing it once or twice from time to time, looking thoughtful.

"Kazuya," he said again suddenly, his voice sounded a bit erratic, "Have you ever thought that your ability might not be teleportation?"

Hoshide Kazuya was also stunned, shaking his hands violently, spilling the soup outside.He raised his head, stared at Gojo Satoru's face blurred in the light, and asked, "What?"

His voice was hoarse and strained, sounding a little scary.

"You know that's a supernatural power?"

"What do you mean it's not teleportation?"

Gojo Satoru's movement of rubbing his wrist stopped suddenly.

"You met me back then." He said.

The author has something to say: So here comes the question, who was drunk last night and who was still sober. (dog head

5t5 didn't do anything last night, who would believe it?

Anyway, I don't believe x