Spell Corrosion

Jia Ruozi once again saw his old classmate Gojo Satoru in his dissecting room.

This is already the second day of the Kyoto exchange meeting. It stands to reason that a man who cannot leave his wife and is indulging in sweet love should stick to his wife during this rare holiday, but...

Jia Ruozi recalled the situation on the day of the exchange meeting.

In fact, she was not at the scene at the time, but she learned about the situation from the mouths of several students who were treated afterwards.

It is said that it took less than 10 minutes for the day's exchange meeting to evolve from a night walk of ghosts to a fight between gods and gods. In the end, the god of death, who should never have walked out of the city of death, almost brought the whole city to the world, so he was forced to leave. 800 million gods.

It sounds like Gojo Satoru doesn't have much of a role in it.

So this is because the god of death dominated the boss once, and his boyfriend was so powerful that he snatched Zhongya back from [Tian], so Wujo Wu fell out of favor?

"Your wife was taken away by the god of death, so why leave me as a dead body?" Jia Ruzi could only think of this reason, "Why don't you go to the death martial arts school? Do you have a well-established passage at home?"

Gojo Satoru had a gloomy face, and just before the patience of the family was about to run out, he spoke.

"Glass, let me ask you a question."

This familiar déjà vu, this familiar opening remarks.

Jia Ruozi felt that he was dreaming back to the beginning of July.

She answered tentatively: "You slept with Zhongyuan, and then Zhongyuan ignored you?"

As an old classmate who fully understands Gojo Satoru, Jiarui Glass automatically helps him upgrade the previous question.

"How is it possible? It's impossible for Chuya to ignore me." Gojo Satoru said this, but he didn't refute the question about whether he slept or not. "That's not what I want to ask!"

"You ask."

I'm here to see what questions you can ask.

"Glass, if you wake up one day and find that you don't know who you used to be, and your enthusiasm has cooled down to 'how can I be like this' and 'this is not me', what will you do?"

Jia Ruozi automatically translated this sentence into human language, "So you want to ask me that love will disappear, right?"

Gojo Satoru choked, trying to say something was wrong, but after a long while he bent over decadently and nestled into the chair.

"probably."

He didn't know how to describe it.

Only one day has passed since the exchange meeting, but he feels that a century has passed.

He hadn't seen Chuya for a whole day, and the last time he saw him was a distant glance several kilometers away.

Last night when he was lying in bed with insomnia, he repeatedly recalled the scene at that time.

Slowly play that look in Chuya's eyes frame by frame in his mind.

Finally came to a conclusion.

There was a little pity in that look, and more relief.

Zhong also knew it would become like this.

This was the only conclusion Gojo Satoru could draw from that look.

Then Kid took away the box that was sealed in Zhongye, but his genuine boyfriend didn't even say goodbye.

After the madness faded, reason returned, and Gojo Satoru analyzed it with almost emotionless ruthlessness.

The previous one was eroded to indulgence and had no bottom line, not like Gojo Satoru himself.

Then, what about Chuya as the carrier of filth?

Is it also because of this reason that Chuya sinks into madness and distortion with him?

Gojo Satoru thought of this and couldn't fall asleep at all, tossed and turned on the bed, finally lifted the quilt and left the bedroom, turned his head and went into the bedroom next door to Nakaya.

Of course no one.

But after changing the bed, Gojo Satoru managed to barely fall asleep in the end.

He refused to think about that cruel question.

"Then I think I should congratulate Zhong Yuan. It's a pity to be hanged on your tree on his terms." Jia Ruozi clapped his hands twice, giving his old friend a spiritual punch, "You break up Yet?"

Gojo Satoru raised his head.

Jia Ruozi himself denied this statement, "Probably not, otherwise you might have run over to dismantle Wuzhuan and rob people by now."

"Why can't Chuya come and snatch me?"

"Wu, you may have misunderstood your own charm." Jia Ruozi concluded, "In short, since you have nothing to do, please get out of my dissecting room quickly, I need to catch up on sleep."

"Are you catching up on sleep on the dissecting table?"

"I advise you to care about your own sleep quality before caring about my sleep quality."

Gojo Satoru was thrown out of the dissecting room by his back collar by Jiarui Nitzi.

It was already the next day when Nakahara Chuya woke up.

There is no time difference between the city of the dead and the present world. When he opened his eyes, Kid, who was sitting next to the hospital bed, was reading a book. There was only the sound of pages turning in the entire ward.

"Are you awake?" Kid stopped turning the page, and turned to look at Chuya Nakahara, who was still a little confused, "The leg has been healed for you, and the state of the soul is very stable, and the degree of awakening is stuck on the critical line. In short , Congratulations, you are still a human being, except for not kicking people with that leg recently, there are no other sequelae."

"Ah, that's really lucky." Nakahara Chuya propped himself up, and Kid helped him add a pillow to his back, "Where is the High School of Conjuration? How is the ending?"

"There is one person left on the death list. Hiroto Fujisaki's soul hunting failed, and he was reincarnated. You know, the person who killed him was Fu Heisher." Kid briefly explained the follow-up, "High-level seniors After being cleaned up by Black Star's assassination forces, Noctua Masato is now in charge, and Gojo Satoru is the biggest shareholder, if the Gojo family doesn't go bankrupt, then there shouldn't be a big problem."

The name made Zhong Yuan Zhong also's eyes tremble.

"About Wujo Wu, what's your plan?" Now that it's been mentioned, Kid didn't make any excuses, and asked directly, "Did you guess that they will use a special purification ceremony to remove the madness from Wujo Wu?"

"Well, it's easy to guess, right?" Nakahara also skipped the previous question, "Fujisaki's purpose from beginning to end is to awaken me, he has been trying to sow discord when I first met Satoru, and he is proficient in gods It’s not surprising that the method over there will use this special ritual to purify mantras and transform artifacts at the end, and it’s not surprising to get rid of Wu’s madness. He probably thinks that as soon as Wu wakes up, he will get rid of the influence of madness and stay away from me. "

The more proud a person is, the more he hates being at the mercy of others, especially his existence has directly created an untouchable back scale for Gojo Satoru, which is his strongest point, but also his weakest point. It is inescapable, tied to the shackles of the soul.

When Gojo Satoru's sanity returns, he will realize that it's not that he locked up his lover with twisted possessiveness, but the complete opposite, he was hunted by his lover who was a prey.

"Are you going to get out of bed now? Your legs are not sharp yet. Stan's surgery for you is not as convenient as the inversion surgery. You'd better lie down for a week."

Although Kid reminded him so, he didn't press Zhongya back.

"I know it, thank you for helping me this time." Nakahara took the cleaned and sealed clothes from the cabinet next to him, "Did you guess it?"

Otherwise, Kid wouldn't help him get his clothes ready.

"Although I don't have much contact with you, I think your personality is easy to guess?" Kid put down the book and stood up, giving a hand to Zhongya, whose legs were inconvenient. "Actually, you can wait for the anesthetic to wear off before going back."

"No." Zhong Yuanzhong also opened the bag of clothes, his narrow eyes curled up, and from Kid's perspective, he could only see one side of the smile, "I don't intend to give him a chance to choose."

Because I've given it to him before.

Gojo Satoru wandered aimlessly outside after he came out of the High School of Conjuration. He didn't realize that when he used that apartment as a place to sleep before, but now, he doesn't really want to go back.

Staying outside until the dessert shops were closed, Gojo Satoru was ready to go back to bed with a bag of desserts.

After hesitating between the college dormitory and the apartment, I honestly chose to go back to the apartment.

At least I was able to fall asleep in the apartment.

He turned the door with the key, and the light coming from inside made Gojo Satoru stunned for a moment.

Immediately, he thought of a certain possibility, and immediately took two steps to enter the door. When the door was closed, there was a clicking sound. Gojo Satoru looked at the extra pair of leather shoes in the shoe cabinet, showing a subtle smile Come.

"You seem a little surprised to see me?" Nakahara Nakahara, who was lying on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone, looked up. Gojo Satoru's eyes turned around the oversized white shirt he was wearing, and when he saw the corner of the quilt Behind the covered white legs, the pale eyes hidden under the sunglasses darkened a bit.

It was his shirt, and because of his size and height, it looked too loose on Zhongya's body, and besides that shirt, Zhongya was actually not wearing anything else.

The young man on the sofa has probably been back for a while, and the moisture in the bathroom next to the hall has basically been taken away by the fan. Only the young man's long ocher hair and the water marks on his shirt are left as evidence .

"A little bit." Gojo Satoru changed his shoes unhurriedly, walked into the kitchen at a gentle pace, and put the desserts that needed to be refrigerated into the refrigerator, leaving only two servings of pudding on plates and brought them to the living room. As before, he stuck to him intimately and naturally, but sat down next to Zhongye Zhongye with a palm distance.

"I thought Chuuya would also stay in Shiwuzhuan." Through the sunglasses, he saw Chuya sitting cross-legged on the sofa, propping his chin and watching him quietly, and he didn't even move his eyes down, "Have a copy?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also took the pudding he handed over, took a bite out of it with a spoon but didn't eat it, "Did you forget? As I said, I'm not going anywhere."

Gojo Satoru forgot what he wanted to say.

The words that Chuya left before leaving him during the exchange meeting were all in his mind.

At this moment, that sentence overlaps with the one he said now, as if to hook up the madness that should have been eliminated, as well as those dark and turbid feelings that once occupied all his mind.

Gojo Satoru lowered his voice, "I thought you wanted to calm down?"

"What do you think again?" Zhong Yuanzhong also put the pudding on the coffee table, turned on the phone and shook the screen at him twice. It was the email interface, and there were many unread emails sent to him on it, but there were few. The first person to be saved in the address book, "That's why you didn't contact me? Because you plan to calm down?"

"Isn't it? Zhong also did it on purpose, right? Let me worry about them..."

The man next to him turned over and sat on his lap, and then the sound was silenced. The back of his head was held down. Gojo Gojo almost touched the other's forehead when he lowered his head. The sunglasses were taken off and thrown aside. The pudding he was holding was overturned, spilling Nakahara Nakaya all over his body and staining the expensive white shirt.

And the cobalt blue eyes that looked up at him from the bottom up were looking at him through the thick eyelashes that were still a little wet from the shower.

"Calm down? I thought that if you could say something like this, you should at least not be interested in me anymore?" I don't know if it was Gojo Satoru's illusion, but he even felt that Chu Ye's voice was wet and soft at this time He even stopped breathing after the hoarse voice said this, "For example, at least I sit up and you don't want to react so quickly?"

Wujo's Adam's apple rolled, "Chuya, you knocked over the pudding."

"Ah, don't you like sweets the most?"

I'm not going to give you a choice.

— love?

Margaret asked in confusion at that time.

——If he doesn't love you, where did he get the magnification?

——Know that what does not exist can never be magnified.

Zhong Yuanzhong also came close to his ear, his good voice could destroy all his sanity when he deliberately seduced people.

"Want to eat?"