Spell Corrosion

The third day of the exchange meeting ended.

Gojo Satoru was called by Noctua Masato in a serial call, and explained about being interrupted during the previous exchange meeting.

The fried fish in the pot couldn't wait for anyone, Zhong Yuanzhong also pushed him away, took the shovel out of his hand and directly took over the kitchen.

"Three days later? Today? Principal, when did you tell me, why don't I remember?" Gojo Satoru held up the phone in one hand, and put his hand under Nakaya's apron of the same style as his to wrap his arms around his waist, separated by a thin layer. The thin cotton pajamas rubbed the other person's waist, "Maybe you put a little more sugar in the wine."

Noctua on the other side of the phone said: ... What?

"Is that so? I agreed in advance that you can eat this one yourself." Zhongyuan Zhong also sprinkled another layer of sugar, and pulled out a pair of chopsticks with his other hand, took a bite and raised his head to Wutiaowu's mouth, "Is that enough?"

"Oh, did you say that? Well, go pick up the third graders, right? I know." Wujo Satoru took a sip, "It feels great, don't Chuya really want to eat it together? Try it, really Very good."

"No need, I...uh..." The following words were blocked back.

"Hey, isn't it sweet?" Gojo Satoru let go of him contentedly, "Ah? Hey, I'm listening, I'm really listening, principal, why don't you yell so loudly. I'm just wondering why I always The majority shareholder of the High School of Conjuration is going to run errands as a welcome person, definitely not feeding you lemons."

Gojo Satoru repeatedly assured that he would definitely arrive at the place on time, and Noctua Masamune hung up the phone.

"Going out later?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also raised his chin to the side, "Give me the plate."

"Yes, but there is still enough time to finish dinner with Chuya." Probably.

Gojo Satoru handed him the plate, and watched as Nakaya placed the fried fish in it.

"No, you eat by yourself, I'm going out." Unbuttoning the apron, Zhong Yuan also tore off the arms around his waist, and was about to go to the bedroom to change clothes, but was stopped again as soon as he opened his legs.

The guy holding the plate in one hand stood in the middle of the road, frowned and looked down at him, "Don't you eat it? You're going out, why didn't I know?"

"I told you last night."

"No, no, you just said you're going to bake a cake for me today."

"...Don't mess around, get out of the way, Wutiao three years old."

"Then when did you say it?" Wujo Satoru thought over and over again, making sure that he had absolutely no memory of this incident.

"You... did you do it on purpose?!" Zhongyuan Zhong also took a deep breath and told himself to calm down. He would fight when he got up early in the morning, but his physical strength could not keep up with his waist, "When can it be! You Get out of the way, don't make me say it a third time."

Wujo Wu's eyes rolled down, he was now able to switch between death and grievance proficiently, "Then at least tell me what you are going to do?"

"I promised to go to dinner with Junpei."

That was a long time ago.

Junpei wanted to thank him several times before, saying that he wanted to invite him to have a meal together, but he refused all of them.The last time he promised Shunping that he would invite him in the name of thanks when Shunping came back alive next time.

So after the exchange meeting, Junpei's email came.

In fact, that was already two days ago, but after he came back from the death martial arts school, his phone was silent, and he didn't have a chance to reply to Junpei. Gojo Satoru didn't let him go out at all in the past two days, so it dragged on until now.

"What kind of eyes do you have! I'm just going to have a meal, not to cheat!"

Although he had long thought of Gojo Satoru's reaction, at first he thought it would be better if the influence of madness disappeared, but why did he have the illusion that he had done useless work?

"Okay." Gojo Satoru spat out these two words with difficulty, the reluctance in the corners of his eyes and brows almost overflowed, and he received a loud voice when he hugged his lover's waist with one hand and sat him on the cooking table "Hey", and the conditioned reflex raised his leg and kicked.

Gojo Satoru turned his head to avoid the tip of the other's nose, and exchanged a kiss with his lover at the most comfortable angle he found through practice. After they parted, he let go of the clasp in his hand and kicked the leg on his waist.

"At least tell me where you're going to eat? I'll pick you up after I'm done."

"...I can walk on my own, thank you."

Finally, he came out of the house and saw the sun that he hadn't seen in three days. Nakahara Nakahara turned the key of the motorcycle and went to the garage to pick up the car. At any rate, he arrived at the place 5 minutes before the time agreed with Junpei, but the other party had already arrived.

"Waiting for a long time?" Chuya glanced at the other party's coffee when he sat down, and had a rough estimate of Junpei's waiting time.

"No, I just arrived not long ago." Junpei smiled, noticed Chuya's gaze and added an explanation, "I just happened to be a little thirsty, Chuya, what would you like to eat?"

The meal was actually very peaceful, and none of what Gojo Satoru was worried about happened. Junpei simply thanked him for what he had done before, but made a tentative request at the end.

"Can Chuya continue to tutor me in gymnastics in the future?"

It had been less than three hours since he left the house, but someone who was supposed to be away on business probably missed work early again.

Nakahara also took a look at a certain 1.9-meter childish ghost who was pressing his face against the glass window and looking in with his upper body propped up, and gave Junpei the answer without much hesitation.

"No, my boyfriend will be jealous."