The daily life of Shier and 5t5

Shi Er immediately understood his abnormal reaction.

"You know." Shir said, "You know where the curse spirit called 'Ugly Treasure' is."

Gojo Satoru regained his usual composure, and waved his hands casually: "Don't worry, Shier's little cutie is living a nourishing life. In the teaching, it can be said that... one person is below ten thousand."

Shi Er sat down not far from him, and the two of them sat on the steps with their long legs stretched out.

Their fighting for so many days was not in vain, they got to know each other a lot, Gojo Satoru's tone made Shi Er feel that this baby-faced boy had something to say.

"In short, it's with my best friend," Gojo Satoru said flatly, "the only best friend."

Shi Er smiled and said, "I never thought that a rotten person like you would have a close friend."

His joke dispelled the inexplicable heaviness.Gojo Satoru also smiled: "Being able to be my friend means that he is as bad as me."

"Ha." Shi Er laughed.

"I thought I was rotten to the bottom of my bones, and I would definitely go to the evil heretics in the future. It turned out that he was one step ahead of me, and he did even worse."

I don't know why, Wujo Satoru would have kept these words in his heart, and it was absolutely impossible to say them to anyone, but at this moment, facing this former enemy, he rarely felt the desire to confide.

"He allowed me to choose a path that was contrary to his 'righteousness' and to be his enemy."

Gojo Satoru didn't wear sunglasses, his pupils were like ice cubes in a goblet in summer, fragile and easy to melt, flickering in the sun.

While staring into his eyes, Shier suddenly thought that Gojo Satoru, the "strongest man in the magic world", was at best a 19-year-old boy who had just grown up.

Those surprisingly beautiful blue eyes seemed to have mottled cracks, as if some liquid was about to rush out of the cracks.

Gojo Satoru looked ahead.

To be honest, not a short time had passed since Xia Youjie's rebellion. He had been in disbelief, anger, and collapse, but he was almost relieved.

Saying it now is more like cutting open the healed heart again, scooping out the poisonous blood, so that it will be more indestructible in the future.

The emotion of vulnerability has existed before, but it should not exist again from now on.

After all, he is the only "strongest" and should be invincible.

Behind him is the entire magic world.

As for crying?How can it be.

——Six eyes are naturally deep and affectionate, coupled with Shier's sudden "loving" filter, they look a bit similar.

In short, in Shire's eyes, he was a melancholy young man who had been betrayed by his "friend".

Whether it's a "friend" is still uncertain, but judging by the way he cares, maybe it's... a boyfriend?

How do you comfort when you lose love at the age of eighteen or nineteen? ... Shi Er pondered for a moment, unable to recall the experience of his first love.

He gave an irritated "tsk" and put his hand on Gojo Wu's shoulder.

"Where there is no fragrant grass in the end of the world, why bother to fall in love with a single flower." Shi Erpi smiled, "With your conditions, are you still worried about not having another one?"

Gojo Satoru turned his head and fluttered his eyelashes in bewilderment.

What is this guy talking about?

Shi Er was embarrassed by the look, and thought to himself, could it be that he guessed wrong, the baby face is the one with pure love?

"Cough, aren't you broken in love?" He hesitated a little.

Gojo Wujo tilted his head and was taken aback for a moment, then leaned on the railing and lay on the ground with a smile.

He finally shared the same feelings as Fu Heihui—heaven and the tyrant fight fiercely, and their brain circuits are also particularly cruel.

If Jie had heard such rumors, he wondered if he would dig out a French Louvre with his toes and bury the Panxing Sect directly.

In that case, what's the matter with the college?

Shi Er was stunned by his laughter for a while, his face darkened, and he was on the verge of violent explosion and hurting others.

"...No, you misunderstood." Gojo Satoru really laughed out of tears this time, "I'm not interested in human beings."

The world in his eyes has been different from others since he was born. It is not easy to stand on the same platform as him. Even if he stands on the same level, no one can arouse his interest.

This may be mental cleanliness. For Gojo Satoru, getting him to fall in love with someone is as difficult as getting a human to fall in love with an orangutan.

Fuheshier runs counter to his concept.

He came from a humble background, acted rough, and was engaged in low-level killer activities. Whether he had money or not was a problem.Food, sex, and sex are justified in solving desires.

As for the object?According to the standards of the magic world, grabbing an ordinary person is more noble than his pure "zero magic power".

So he couldn't understand Wujo Satoru's meaning at all.

"Really not interested?" he asked again.

It was dusk at this time, and the orange-red sunset spread over the steps. The corners of the man's brows and eyes were no longer sharp, and there was a kind of soft handsomeness.

It's so strange that the word gentle can be associated with Shier.

"..."

Gojo Satoru dragged his cheeks to look at him, and suddenly found that he could no longer firmly give the answer of "not interested in humans".

His silence implies acquiescence.

In Shier's understanding, that is—by default, he liked the "ex-boyfriend" who betrayed him.

Shi Er raised his eyebrows a little, and when he was about to play tricks on the arrogant Wu Miaomiao, he heard the phone ring in Wutiao Wu's pocket.

Gojo Satoru took a look and threw it to Shier.

Shir picked up the phone.

"Hey, Tsumiki?... What do you think is wrong with Megumin?"

"He got into a fight at school?!"