It's a power, not a spell

When Gojo Satoru was squeezed out like toothpaste by the world over there, he had the intention of seeing Chuya Nakahara in a living state, and competing with his new boyfriend on the spot in terms of kissing skills.

After coming back, sensing the surrounding moment, the face with a bright smile was covered with dark clouds for a second.

...Why are there so many people.

Uncle Gojo Wu didn't want to kiss his boyfriend until his knees were weak under the eyes of everyone, so he could only go over to give him a symbolic touch with a cold face.

Of course, the shame of ordinary people does not exist in him, but only he can see his boyfriend's appearance.

The boyfriend ate candy, and Gojo Satoru could only taste a little bit of strawberry sweetness from the corner of the other party's mouth, which not only did not relieve the thirst in his throat, but even made him hungry.

"So, that's why you drove them away?" Zhongyuan Zhong also secretly exerted force, disintegrating all the small movements of Wujo Wu, who was restrained by his arm, "Want to kiss me?"

When he asked those words, he was a little speechless, the brows slightly raised, and the five Adam's apples rolled, but finally he still failed to break through his boyfriend's defense.

"Chuya...why are you so wary of me?"

There was grievance in those ice blue pupils.

Nakahara Chuya leaned back on the back of the chair behind him, grasping Gojo Satoru's wrists with both hands and propping them to the sides, with one leg bent and pressed against his chest, the two of them remained in a deadlock in this position.

The reason is naturally that Gojo Satoru tried to compete in kissing skills, Zhongyuan Zhongya resisted subconsciously, after a few moves, he just froze.

Gojo Satoru's hair touched the skin of his face, and Nakahara Chuya raised a smile, deliberately sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick the corner of his lips, and said slowly under his burning gaze, "What are you talking about, Teacher Wujo, is this some kind of test from the teacher? Did I pass it?"

Gojo Satoru stared at him for a few seconds, restrained his expression of wanting to swallow him down, and smiled lightly, "Student Chuya did a great job, as a reward, the teacher will give you something else, right? "

"Yes, thank you teacher, but I don't need it."

"Don't be so arbitrary."

Gojo Satoru suddenly exerted strength, and Zhongyuan Zhong also reacted immediately, and at the same time he shot, he found that this guy had used a no-lower limit technique. After just a few seconds, the person who was restrained became him.

Gojo Satoru grabbed his crossed wrist bones with one hand and held it above his head, and the other hand grabbed the ankle he just kicked towards this guy but was blocked by No Lower Limit. The skin and flesh felt crispy and numb all the way up, making Zhongyuan Zhongye's scalp a little numb.

"you……"

"Shh."

Gojo Satoru let go of his ankle, raised his hand to rest on the back of Nakahara Nakaya's neck, lowered his head and finally tasted the real taste of that strawberry hard candy.

After a while, he let go of Chuya Zhongyuan, who was slightly inferior, and smiled triumphantly, "The teacher-student game is actually quite fun, isn't it?"

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Through the hazy mist in front of his eyes, he saw Wu Wu's rosy lips with water color, his pale glass-like pupils shone in the shadows, and the ends of his eyes were thin and red, who put this face here? There is no way to say something that is not good-looking against my will, and I don't want to kiss.

Nakahara also breathed a sigh of relief, raised his arms and hooked Gojo Satoru's neck to pull him towards him.

I've thought about it for so long, a kiss is not enough.

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"Sister Maki, who was that person just now? The one with orange hair and blue eyes." Dingqi Ye Qiangwei asked.

This incident was very sudden for the first-year students. She and Fu Heihui received the task of going to the tent to clean up the peripheral magic power, but after entering, they met the seniors of the second grade. Looking for survivors.

After the tent disappeared, they went back to school, and not long after, they received the bad news that "Gojo Satoru was considered a defector, Noctua Masamune and Mingming were accomplices, and the probation of Knotweed Yuren was cancelled".

The two immediately went to find out what happened. For some reason, they went all the way into the building where the high-level people were, but they didn't see a single figure.

After continuing to walk in for a while, she ran into the person she had just asked.

The young man smiled at them, "You came because of the announcement just now, right? It's okay, it was a misunderstanding, and the real judgment will be handed down soon."

Dingqi Ye Qiangwei actually has a little face control, she subconsciously smiled back, "That's right, okay."

The man took them out, and the heavy wooden door slowly closed.

Fu Heihui stood beside her in silence, and said for a while; "There is a strong smell of blood inside."

"Blood smell? Is there a problem?"

"The man just now..." He paused, "Did you see his shoes?"

——There was dust mixed with blood and minced meat on the soles of the shoes.

Maybe something happened in there... no, something must have happened.

But the orange-haired man just now is very strong, they are not opponents, fortunately the other party is not hostile.

The teacher at the school was not there, and the headmaster was said to have gone to jail. Fu Heihui didn't know anyone he could trust, so he kept silent until they received a notice from Yidizhi telling them to go somewhere.

The high-level officials announced the fact that it was a misjudgment in person, and then made a series of new decisions.

Fu Heihui didn't quite understand what the content represented, but he saw the person sitting behind him.

What did he do?Who is he?

Zenyuan Maki was unpacking the bag he used to put the magic tools, when he heard the question from Ning Qi Ye Qiangwei, he said, "His name is Chuya Nakahara, and he is also your senior, at the same level as me."

The dog curly thorn gestured, "Mayonnaise!"

The panda scratched its head, not knowing what to say, and hesitated for a while, "Maki, just now I realized that he really...really..."

Chanyuan Maki sneered, she wasn't going to leave just now, who would have known that Gojo Satoru used a spell directly to transfer them from the house to here.

She waved the magic tool in her hand, and suddenly couldn't hold back her murderous look, "That blindfolded bastard, heh."

"You want to go back?" Panda was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly followed her, "I'm going too, Ji, are you going?"

The dog curly spine made a movement of wiping his neck, "Salmon."

Looking at the murderous backs of the three seniors, Dingqi Ye Qiangwei looked at Fu Heihui for a while, "So, Wutiao, he attacked the students?"

Fu Heihui's eyes widened a little, as if he just realized it, and said, "Scumbag."

The three second-year students met the teacher of the Kyoto school, Ange Ji, on the way, and it seemed that their destination was a place.

An Geji said, "Gojo Satoru's scandal! I didn't realize it just now, but this time I must take a picture and use it as a handle!"

When they arrived, there was no one in the house, and the night moth was standing with its back to the door, and the background was quite lonely.

There were obvious signs of fighting in the room, and Zenyuan Maki saw another piece of cloth lying on the ground.

It's...the style Chuya Nakahara wears today.

Zenyuan Maki: "..."

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When I saw Wujo Wu again, this guy was wearing low-necked clothes in the bleak autumn season, as if he was afraid that the marks on his neck would not be exposed, Noctuma Zhengdao had difficulty breathing, and he felt that the earnest teaching he had given him was like feeding the dog.

He gasped for a long time, and finally had a glimmer of hope. He asked himself this question, "Are there still mosquitoes in this season?"

"Are you finally demented?" Gojo Satoru raised his eyelids and pulled down the already low neckline, "Can mosquitoes touch me?"

Ye Mo Zhengdao couldn't see it, so he hurriedly asked him to put on his clothes, and when he spoke again, he hesitated and didn't know what to say.

"Wu... It's not good to force others to be difficult. Feelings can't be forced out."

He thought of the cracked chair, the dent in the wall, and the piece of clothing he had seen in the house yesterday.

Wujo Wu let out an 'oh', his eyes showed doubts, and he spoke first when Ye Mozhengdao wanted to continue, "What happened to those old oranges?"

Ye Mozheng paused for a moment, and asked him, "Didn't Zhongyuan Zhong tell you?"

"No, Chuuya hasn't woken up yet." Wujo Satoru said lightly.

Nocturne is right:  …

He didn't even want to understand why he wasn't awake.

He took a deep breath and told Wujo Satoru what happened yesterday.Up to now, he has seen it all, the old orange will die when he dies, they have lived long enough, they have never been short of power and wealth in this life, and finally leaving a piece of peace for the younger generations is considered to be the last point value.

They died quietly, that is to say, apart from the person concerned, only he himself, and now Wujo Wu knows.

If he was like this, Gojo Satoru would naturally have no other reaction, he just clapped his hands, "So that's the case, why didn't I think of it before? Chuya really deserves to be Chuya!"

He looked like he really wanted to kiss Zhongye in the Central Plains, but Ye Mozheng's conscience ached, and he tried to persuade him: "Wu, some things are too much to go too far..."

I was so tired yesterday that I am still sleeping now, that child...is still a child, although his strength is unreasonably strong, but his body has nothing to do with his strength, so it is too forced.

Gojo Satoru just waved his hand, and the figure disappeared in the same place.

Not long after, when Noctua Zhengdao learned that he had set up a 22-year-old identity for Zhongyuan Zhongye, his mood became more complicated.