There must be something wrong with my krypton game

Wujo Satoru is an arrogant person.

He never thought there was a problem with himself, so naturally he couldn't talk about changing.

But he changed.

The two of them didn't talk for a while, the weather outside the window was very clear, but Kanda Chuanyu suddenly felt a little blocked in his heart.

Like damp water vapor, a little bit diffuse on the glass window.

He lowered his head, and when tears fell on the back of his hands, he realized that his eyes were wet.

"Oh." The young man sniffed, "I see."

Contrary to Kandagawa Yu, Gojo's mood has been sunny recently.

... Although he was originally sunny.

But recently, the bright ones are particularly blatant.

The specific performance is that I don’t complain when I accept the task, and I don’t show my face when I see the high-level. The number of cute emoticons on Line has increased exponentially. Before accepting the new students, I started a group chat. After three days, the two thought they were theirs. The class teacher is a woman.

In addition to Kanda Chuanyu, this year's freshmen also have the son of an old acquaintance...

In front of the detached house in Meguro District, Gojo Satoru rang the doorbell. Not long after, a man's lazy voice came from the door, "Here we come—"

The door opened, and the four eyes met, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Wow." Fu Heisher clicked his tongue, "You are the head teacher, what a pity."

"How can you say that." Gojo Satoru pretended to be sad, "It's obviously me who is unlucky."

Gojo Satoru: "Why did you gamble and lose everything and mortgage You Yun to me?"

Fu Heisher: "In the next life, or wait until you pay back the life you owed me."

"It's not the end yet." Gojo Gou stood up straight slowly, "It's not sure who owes whom."

Fire splashes.

Fu Heihui held the casserole expressionlessly, and passed by from behind as usual, "Do you want to fight? Please stay away, thank you."

"Last time I asked, the house accident insurance doesn't matter."

As surprising as it may be, Xia Youjie was not the only one who knew that Gojo Yu might still be alive.

The matter can be traced back to that tragic escort mission, the moment when Tian Ni Hoko held his throat, Gojo Satoru was ready to escape from death, but Fu Heisher stopped.

"You're lucky, brat." The man put the spell tool back into the curse spirit's mouth, "This is the last commission from that guy."

Gojo Satoru was stunned, "Consignment?"

"You don't know?" Fu Heisher raised his eyebrows, "That guy transferred a large amount of property to me before he died, and even prepared a follow-up financial plan. There is only one request, that is, if I pick up and kill you on the black market list, let you go."

Wujo Wujo said in a daze, "The plan..."

His fists clenched.

But then, Fu Heisher came up to him, smelled it beside him, and said strangely.

"Hey - isn't that brat dead?"

Gojo Satoru suddenly raised his head, "What do you mean!?"

"I should be asking you this, right?" Fu Heisher put his hand on his shoulder, "Hey, why do you smell like that kid?"

Gojo Satoru: "Taste?"

"The smell on that guy is different from ours." Fuheshier looked at him inexplicably, "Can't you see it? The legendary 'six eyes'."

On the dining table of Fuhei's house, the pot of sukiyaki was bubbling and bubbling, and two adults beat them to death with chopsticks, leaving a minor to take vegetables from the pot calmly.

Fu Heihui made a cross from the top of his head: "If you hit again, no one will be eaten!"

Fu Heisher reluctantly stopped.

The black-haired man casually picked up the bowl, "The brat is back?"

Gojo Satoru picked up a piece of flesh and raised his eyebrows, "The news is quite well-informed."

"No, I can smell it as soon as you walk in."

"However." Fu Heisher swallowed a mouthful of food, "You also saw it."

"The taste has changed."

"Yeah." Young master Wutiao rarely restrained his indecency, "Don't worry."

"The part that ran away will eventually come back."

At the end of the day's work, Master Wutiao returned home with a gift, turned on the light in the living room, "Yu, I'm back—" He looked around, but there was no one in sight. He expanded his field of vision and found it under the quilt in the bedroom. A huddled figure.

Gojo Satoru opened the door and rushed forward, hugged him and kissed him twice, "Dangdang~ Guess what I brought back?"

Before the things were unpacked, I was shocked by the young man's red eyes.

Young Master Wutiao was startled, and leaned forward to touch his forehead, "What's wrong? Huh?"

"No." Yube Kandagawa began, wiping away tears, "It's nothing..."

As if being poked at a certain point, the air pressure around Gojo Satoru dropped.

"What's the matter." Master Wutiao grabbed his wrist, his voice and face sank together, "You, tell me."

Kanda Chuanyu was frightened by his sudden toughness, and he froze for a while before murmuring an inaudible sentence.

"You murdered me..."

Gojo Satoru didn't hear clearly, "What?"

Kandagawa Yu pursed his lips, suddenly feeling wronged.

Tears were falling down, "...you are killing me!!"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Kandagawa Yu felt that he had simply degenerated.

He never cried like this because of such a trivial matter before. Rather, he never cried at all since he was a child.

Other children shed tears when they fell down. He patted the ashes and got up and limped to the infirmary. Other children were bullied at school and went back to cry with their parents and friends. With wet hair, I went to take a shower and wash clothes by myself.

Before meeting Gojo Satoru, the last time he shed tears was when he was eight years old. His favorite out-of-print game cassette broke and he couldn't buy a new one.

But he was so sad, he didn't even know why he was sad, but after hearing what Xia Youjie said, he couldn't restrain his sadness and self-blame.

He wiped away the unstoppable tears and apologized to Gojo Satoru, "No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was pulled into his arms.

"No, I was in a hurry." Master Wutiao scratched his hair irritably, trying to calm himself down, "Sorry, I just remembered something bad."

Gojo Satoru lowered his head and kissed him gently.

Kandagawa Yuu wrapped his arms around his neck, closed his eyes, and deepened the kiss.

When it was over, both of them were breathing a little fast.

Master Wu Tiao snorted, grabbed his hand, and put it on his body, like a clingy big cat, rubbing his head against his neck, "You, why don't you help me solve the problem you caused?"

Kandagawa feels he has been cheated.

Wasn't he the one who was upset at the beginning, why did he come to coax Gojo Satoru in the end?

Although, when you realize it, things have already happened naturally.

After several downtimes, the body has developed a conditioned reflex. When being touched, the waist automatically softens. The young man bit his lip, and tears fell uncontrollably again. Shoulder.

"No, no, brother, you can't do it..."

I have to say, this trick is really easy to use.

Two hours passed, what was sad, Kandagawa Yu didn't remember anything.

The Yuba heated up the small space until it was warm. He soaked in the bathtub with Gojo Satoru. The place was too small and could only be attached to his brother's chest. The hot water was drying the skin. The nerves that had been overexcited just now began to tire. doze off.

Until someone's hand goes where it shouldn't be.

Kanda Chuanyu suddenly raised his head, glared at him and knocked off his hand, "What are you doing!"

Gojo Satoru helplessly raised his hands up in surrender, "Clean it up, or you'll have a fever tomorrow."

Kanda Chuanyu: "...Oh."

He blushed and whispered, "I'll do it myself."

Young Master Wutiao was very happy, hugged him and whispered to his ear, "So can we talk now, why is You unhappy?"

Kanda Chuanyou paused, but still told him about going to Xia Youjie.

"..." Gojo Gojo paused, and his voice became softer, "That's not—"

Yu Kandagawa shook his head, interrupting him, "I don't know, I don't know but... I don't want that."

"I'm sorry..." He lowered his head, murmured like a child who did something wrong, "I'm sorry..."

Gojo Satoru gags his mouth.

He didn't let go until he was almost out of breath.

"It's my fault." He leaned in front of the young man's face, lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes scratched his cheek, "Hey, you've worked hard, now it's time for me to work hard, okay?"

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