It's a power, not a spell

By the time the reminiscence ended, it was almost ten o'clock in the middle of the night.

The sweets brought by Wujo Satoru were only packaged, and the food ordered was cleaned up by several people.Nakahara Chuya kept in mind Gojo Satoru's request on the way here, and after saying goodbye to his classmates, he rode the motorcycle alone.

Gojo Satoru repented but failed, and stood aggrieved under the bright neon light, watching him go away with a lonely back.

"Tuna." The dog Curly Thorny said, probably trying to comfort him, but the schadenfreude in his eyes revealed his essence.

Gojo Satoru: ...

It's not very far from his residence, but it will take at least 15 minutes for Zhongyuan Zhongye to go back on the road. If he can't get there in a while, he doesn't rush to leave.

And, for the time being... I want to blow some wind.

He turned his head, and just happened to meet Shangchanyuan Maki's gaze, and blinked, "?"

Zenyuan Maki pushed down her glasses. Girls seem to be more sensitive to this kind of thing, even though she has no femininity.

I couldn't see it from the panda's angle, but Curly the dog was sitting on the other side of her, so I probably didn't see anything wrong.

"Chuya is 16 years old this year, isn't it?" Gojo Satoru's eyes looked back, and now she felt like the hairs were standing on end.

Zenyuan Maki is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and her experience in the past ten years has been very monotonous. I don't know what kind of eyes Gojo Satoru used when looking at Nakahara Nakaya, but in short, it is not the teacher looking at the students.

Her intuition is that kind, the intuition of magicians has always been very accurate.

Gojo Satoru let out an 'oh', and didn't know if he understood what she meant.

is also intentional.

He thought so at first, otherwise how could it be explained that a person licking his fingers is so lustful, but after that, Gojo Satoru has been paying attention to Nakahara Nakaya sitting opposite him for some reason, the more he looks at his throat, the more Dry, and the cream in my mouth has no taste.

So then it wasn't so sure.

But if Zhong didn't do it on purpose, then it's his own problem.

Gojo Satoru looked up at the pitch-black night sky, the neon lights on the street just changed colors, orange light stained the edge of his vision, and the figure of the orange-haired youth appeared in his mind again.

The young man lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, his pale pink lips parted.

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White cream was on the corner of his mouth. He held the young man's slender wrist the moment he raised his hand. The young man looked up at him. The bright cobalt blue under the light was like a sea. He seemed to be tempted. The finger landed on Zhongyuan Zhongye's lips.

The cream from the corner of his mouth reached his fingers, and Gojo Satoru sucked it into his mouth.

So sweet.

The person whose wrist was held by him raised his eyebrows, "Since you are reluctant, why did you give me such a big mouthful just now?"

Gojo Satoru lowered his eyelashes, and his eyes fell on his lips, "I really regret it."

If there is a little more, the sweet cream at the corner of the other party's mouth will not only be a little bit.

The young man with flying eyebrows didn't notice it, and it was even worse because of Wujo Wu's deflated smile. He opened his mouth to show the other party his clean mouth, "It's late, I've already swallowed it."

"Really..." Gojo Satoru also smiled, "But I think it can be remedied."

"Hey, get up."

Before his lips touched the target, a familiar voice seemed to come from afar, pulling his consciousness out of the deep sea.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes, Nakahara Nakaya stood by the bed and looked at him with folded arms.

"Didn't you say you wanted to learn to drive last night?"

Gojo Satoru's unfocused eyes, which are unparalleled in the world, gradually became a little more thoughtful. He stared at the corner of Nakahara Chuya's straight mouth, and said slowly, "Chuya... I don't want to be your teacher anymore."

"Why do you think so, Teacher Wutiao?" Zhongyuan Zhong also twitched the corners of his mouth, and looked down at him condescendingly, with false surprise that could be distinguished at a glance, "I will always remember the kindness of teaching me knowledge."

Gojo Satoru: ...

As a result, it was the first time he heard the name "Teacher Wujo" from Nakahara Chuya. Not only did he not feel happy at all, but he really wanted to go back to the talking self he punched to death yesterday.

"...Well, if you think about it carefully, you are about the same age as me. It's really not good to be a teacher or something."

"This has nothing to do with age. It was thanks to Mr. Wujo that I realized it. You know far more about spells than I do. I still have a lot to learn from Mr. Wujo."

Gojo Satoru was full of depression.

He was not sure what Zhongyuan Zhongya meant, there were only pretended emotions and jokes hidden in those eyes, and he couldn't find the one he wanted.

The distance between him and him can be touched as soon as you stretch out your hand. You can reach out and grab Nakahara Chuya's wrist and drag it off. Presumably the young people nowadays are unprepared. He can easily succeed and trap people under him before the other party reacts. , pressing down on those legs that hurt from kicking, and he can control and press the slender wrists with one hand.

Although there was no cream, and the other party had obviously just brushed his teeth - he smelled a faint mint smell, Gojo Satoru didn't really like it, but if it was Nakahara Chuya, he could accept it.

Then go on to finish what you didn't finish in your dream.

But if the result after finishing it is that Nakahara Chuya beats him up, and then he never sees anyone again, then forget it.

Zhong Yuanzhong also roughly guessed his thoughts. Before the corner of his mouth was about to rise uncontrollably, he left the bedroom with a hasty sentence of 'get up quickly'.

He did it on a whim last night and did it on purpose, but it was an accident to get this kind of result. He didn't expect that Wujo Satoru, who had vowed to be his teacher yesterday, would change so quickly, and be tempted by such a simple tease?

Perhaps Gojo Satoru already... just lacked an opportunity.

But the teacher is not something he can do if he wants to do it.

Moreover, he was a little unhappy that Wujo Wutiao got his wish so easily before, but it was indeed time-consuming.This time there is plenty of time, and the initiative is in his hands, so it will always worry that guy for two more days.

Otherwise, wouldn't I be sorry for Wujo Wu's various attempts at death?

Gojo Satoru in the bedroom had already sat up, his white hair was messy, he looked down, ignored his spiritual lower body, stretched out his arm and took the mobile phone from the table.

Ichigo?That guy doesn't look like he's going to chase people.

Nanami?He has no object himself.

headmaster?Although there is a partner, there is nothing to refer to the failed experience of divorce.

Glass?This guy will just laugh when he hears about it.

He searched through his contacts and found that the above people were either single in mother or child, or single now, with few exceptions, apart from family marriages, they didn't even have a decent relationship.

The conjurers turned out to be a bunch of singles.

Too bad, as expected, he came by himself.

Gojo Satoru left the contact page with a heavy heart, and immediately posted a post after registering an account on the forum.

【[Ask] How to catch up with students】

The first reply came soon.

【Hey, uncle policeman, there is a pervert here】

Gojo Satoru: ...

From childhood to adulthood, Wutiaowu, who was born with six eyes, is not an exaggeration to say that he is the proud son of heaven, otherwise he would not be able to develop such a temper.

He has always wanted to do whatever he wants to do. When he was 28 years old, he suffered a lot and experienced a lot, but this kind of thing is usually resolved on the same day, so that he can care about it. Except for those old oranges, there is only Zhongyuan In also.

Of course, the two concerns are not the same, the former is derogatory.

Gojo Satoru has always thought that love is the most twisted curse, but now he thinks love is the sweetest curse. He is a big sweetie, so it is normal that he cannot resist the temptation.

So here comes the question, what does Chuya Nakahara think of him?

He couldn't be sure for a while, so he hid the matter in his heart, resisted his eagerness to think about it, and observed it temporarily.

Gojo Satoru is very novel. He has infinite patience for "love" at this time. When he saw Nakahara Nakaya, he felt that there was nothing unlovable about him, and savored every bit of emotion in his heart.

And this patience is based on a big foundation, that is, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't like others.

Of course Chuya can't like others, and no one else can like Chuya more than him.

After reading the forum for a while, Gojo Satoru put away his phone, planning to go out and date Chuya Nakahara first.

Well, strictly speaking, learning to drive.But since it's just the two of them, it's okay to call it a date.

Yijizhi was finally able to meet Chuya Nakahara.

After all, he was an adult, and he knew in advance that the person was not dead, so his reaction was not very excited.

When he arrived, there was no one outside the door, and when he got closer, he found that the door was ajar, so he pushed the door open, and Wujo Satoru inside was braiding Zhongya Zhongye.

The white-haired boss didn't even look at him, he was concentrating on combing his half-length orange hair, but Nakahara Chu, who heard the sound, looked sideways, gave him a smile, and then Gojo Satoru pulled his hair and turned his face away go back.

Zhongyuan Zhong said indifferently, "If you don't use your hands, you can donate them to those who need them."

"It's gone." Wujo Wu let go of his hand, and his hair fell on the young man's thin shoulders. He was leaning over himself, and he was very close to Zhongyuan Zhong. At this time, he lowered his head again, and the tip of his nose rubbed against Zhongyuan Zhongye's ear , "It's all to blame, don't move around when you tie your hair."

Nakahara frowned impatiently, and stretched out his hand to push Gojo Gojo's face away, and the latter grabbed his hand, his eyebrows and eyes curved, "Nakaya's hands are so small."

Nakahara Chuya: "Did you forget to take your medicine today?"

Gojo Satoru replied, "I'm not sick, it's just that I suddenly discovered that I still like Chuya very much."

"Really." Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know how much he believed, and said, "If you are normal, I like you quite a lot."

Gojo Satoru was quite excited: "Then I and Zhong are in love with each other!"

"How about going to study your Chinese level before that?"

Yidizhi's glasses fell below the bridge of his nose, and his eyes were wide open——

No, this, no matter how you say it, is too close.

Is that what he meant?But no matter how he made excuses, there was no way to explain why Wujo Satoru was so close to people. He was obviously a guy who seemed to have no sense of distance but was actually hard to get close to.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, and finally it became a sentence.

Nakaya-kun, stay away from that guy!

The liking he said is obviously not the same as what you said!

Yidizhi looked at Gojo Satoru at this time as if he was looking at harmful garbage, but when the latter looked over, he still reflexively lowered his eyebrows and looked down, not wanting to offend his boss.

Gojo Satoru smiled, then turned his head back, combed Nakahara Chuya's hair again, his gaze stayed on the back of his beautifully shaped neck for a moment, "Don't move around casually this time..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also didn't seem to notice, "Then you move faster."

"Hi~"

Yidizhi's car was requisitioned by the two, Gojo Satoru gave him half a day off, and then threw the car keys to Chuya Zhongyuan.

They were going to drive him to the place selected last night by Nakahara Nakaya who was suitable for learning to drive.

Yi Dizhi stood beside the car, hesitating to speak but then hesitant to speak, but he still didn't say a word until the exhaust gas left by the departing car.

What's more, Wujo Wu was the only one who disciplined him, so how could he have the guts to tell his boss what to do.

So he took out his mobile phone and clicked on the contact information of Noctuidae Zhengdao.

"headmaster……"

Just take care of him.

Don't harm other people's children.