Miss Gojo can't figure it out

"What?" Youyue was a little confused, "Brother Wu?"

"Uh..." Gojo Satoru peacefully covered his heart with his right hand.

"I promise everyone that I will watch them play basketball tonight."

Youyue ignored his strange behavior, took the paper bag, opened it, glanced at the beautifully packaged small gift box inside, and decided to go back and open it again.

She tugged Wujo Wujo's cuff, and asked in a low voice, "Can I go back later? Or does brother Wujo want to go see it with me?"

But Wujo Wu's expression was empty, and the only thing he heard was: "Meow meow meow meow meow meow? Meow meow, Brother Wu, meow meow meow meow meow?"

Alas.No one can refuse a kitten's request.

Gojo Satoru didn't even think about it, he nodded easily and said, "Okay. What are you going to eat later?"

"Akashi-san said to treat us to barbecue."

Gojo Satoru said "hmm": "Why don't I treat everyone to kaiseki cuisine? There is a restaurant nearby that has received a five-star rating from "Food in Tokyo". Shall we try it together?"

Everyone looked at each other, unable to make up their minds, looked at Akashi after each other, Momoi was especially excited.

Akashi guessed and confirmed the identity of the man in front of him.After Youyue helped him solve the problem, he reviewed the whole incident, and thought that the unreliable second-level conjurer was also surnamed Wutiao, so he took the initiative to learn some news about the conjuration world. powerful.

With unique spells and amazing talents, he is not only the strongest magician in the entire magic world, but also the pinnacle of human power.

——Five Enlightenments.

He didn't know why Youyue had categorically denied her relationship with the Gotiao family before, and now she calls him her brother intimately. He guessed that it might be because of conflicts in adolescence, she ran away from home in a fit of anger, and now she has reconciled.

The other party offered to show his favor, but it was just a meal anyway, so he had no reason not to agree.

"It's a great honor to dine with Mr. Gojo." Akashi nodded.

The clock also moved towards 05:30, and everyone packed up their study materials.And Gojo Goto saw Youyue's answer sheet logically, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Youyue tried to snatch back the test papers, but her speed was far behind him, and one of them remained in Gojo Satoru's hand.

She said warily, "Are you trying to laugh at me? I will definitely pass the exam."

What was not snatched back was the English answer sheet.There is a crooked "Iamadog" on the horizontal line, the "a" is written like an "o", and the oblique hook of the "g" seems to fly out of the earth.

Gojo Wu touched his chin with his finger, looked at her and said, "Huh? It's a bit like a little Bomei. Listen to Wang."

"What is Bomei?" Youyue asked blankly.

In the second half of the conversation, I only heard the description of Nakahara Nakaya's drunkenness. Gojo Satoru didn't know the origin of "iamadog". He said, "It's one of the animal species you introduced yourself."

Youyue: "?"

After an explanation, she realized the original meaning of this sentence, and she felt ashamed and wanted to find a hole and go directly into the ground.

"It's embarrassing..." Youyue murmured.

When I met Fyodor Mikhailovich for the first time, she communicated with him in broken English. The other party opened his mouth and said in Japanese that I actually know Japanese. After the negotiation, she said "iamadog", although Fyodor's eyes are very subtle, but Youyue thinks she is polite and humorous.

"Fortunately, we won't deal with each other again in the future." Youyue suddenly felt a lot less awkward.

However, many things are unpredictable.

For example, in the same game, some people have wonderful operation moments in the league, and some people play highlights of the game;

The same is reading, some people become professors, some just finish it, and some people fail six subjects in the exam and have to make up the exam.

To put it simply, Youyue ran into a Russian at the door of the kaiseki restaurant who just finished paying the bill and went out. The other party was still wearing a white warm hat, followed by two colleagues from the Far East with broad noses and deep eyes.

Youyue subconsciously opened her mouth to say hello, but Fyodor only glanced at Gojo Satoru, who was too tall, and didn't give her a look.

Entering the door, Gojo Satoru asked, "Do you know that foreign boy?"

"It's just familiar, maybe I've seen it before," she said.

Saiki Kusuo told her that "there is no Hong Kong/Black and Dazai in this world", but he never denied that there were others, and he didn't know each other when they met, so it didn't matter.

The environment inside the store is elegant, and the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a classic "dry landscape" garden.

Using rocks as water, tease out the fluctuations of water flow; using rocks as mountains, there are no flowers and trees.The Itamae chef is holding the sushi with both hands, dancing the rice balls and sashimi, and the sushi will be formed after a few rolls.

Including the traditional one juice and three dishes, there are a total of twelve or thirteen dishes, but they are elegant. After eating, Youyue and the boys have only one thought: they are not full at all.

The teenagers are embarrassed to speak because it is a high-end meal for other people's treats.And Youyue didn't have any worries at all, and said, "This beef is good, make me some fried rice."

Master Banqian was stunned.

Gojo Satoru nodded: "Okay, since this is the case, let's have eight more wagyu fried rice."

Master Itamae wanted to refuse, but Gojo Satoru gave too much. He stroked the frost texture of A5 snowflake Wagyu beef sadly in his heart. He had to succumb to capital because of his professional insistence, and made unskilled beef fried rice with chopped green onion for eight people.

They strolled to the No. 190 middle field while digesting food. The passerby king who dominates the field these days is also there. They have fully warmed up—two teenagers around [-], with a little sweat on the back of their jerseys, practicing with ease three points.

"Hey, brother." Qingfeng called out first, "Come to compete, oneonone with me."

"Come on, I'm here to practice with my good brother."

The grey-black-haired boy turned his head to answer, revealing half of his handsome face and honey-like pupils, his eyes lingering on the group of them, "I'm playing platoon..."

Then he and Youyue looked at each other: "Volleyball..."

"Okay, you decide how many balls to play." Another boy threw the ball to Aomine and said, "I'm Nishino Takuma."

"Qingfeng Dahui."

"Oh, I've heard of you, the power forward of the generation of miracles." Nishino's eyes also stopped on Momoi and Yuzuki, but he seemed to be thinking rather than admiring. After a few seconds, he asked: "That blue-eyed Female classmate, have we met somewhere?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

"Tuozhen, your way of striking up a conversation is too poor!" His gray-haired companion yelled, "Why don't you let me come!"

Takuma Nishino pushed him away: "Don't make noise, Mutu, I'm not trying to strike up a conversation... Eh? Classmate, are you from Machida?"

Machida was the abbreviation of the community middle school that Yuzuki was studying at, she nodded.

"It really is you, Gojo classmate." Nishino said, "I used to be in the same class as you, class C of the second year."

Youyue had no impression at all, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and say politely: "Yeah, I remember you too, classmate Xigu."

Nishino: "?"

The boy named Mutu covered his face with one hand and whispered a few words to Nishino. The latter shook his head as if to deny it, and got Mutu's bitter wailing.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll help you." Nishino nodded to himself, and suddenly pointed at Youyue with one hand and said loudly: "If oneonone wins, Gojo-san, you have to give me your contact information!"

Akashi's expression suddenly turned cold.

"I can't decide this." Aomine, who was dribbling and practicing his touch, didn't lift his head: "It's not polite to bet on other people's private information, and to be honest, I don't think you can beat me—the person who can beat me one on one, all Japanese middle school students Couldn't find any of them."

"That's exactly what I'm trying to say. To be honest, I might have been scared before. Now, I don't think you can fight me at all—"

Nishino Takuma took another basketball from the wooden rabbit, and threw it lightly across 2/3 of the field. The ball seemed to be flying on the drawn track, and its anti-scientific parabola fell into the other half In the ball box.

There is a faint gray fire lingering on the ball, which is a super power.Youyue stared at him for a while, but didn't find any spiritual power circuits on him.

Whether it is spells or spiritual abilities, they are all superpowers in essence, and the meridians of the owner's limbs and bones will build a spiritual power circuit.Powerful superpowers are like a sea, while weak ones are like a stream that will never stop.

Kageyama Shigeo and Gojo Satoru are special. They are black holes, and they cannot judge their true strength at all.

"Gojo-san, do you agree?" Nishino asked.

Qingfeng patted the ball casually, and said, "Wu Tiao, don't be afraid, just refuse if you don't want to give it."

"Come oneonone with me."

The basketball that was supposed to bounce back to his right hand suddenly changed its course, and Aomine was stunned, seeing the ball as if being pushed vigorously in the air, and it flew straight into Gojo Satoru's hand at an extremely fast speed.

He carelessly flipped the bandage to the top of his head, covering the white hair scattered on his forehead, and his pupils were even more azure blue under the reflection of the high light source.

"If you want to meet Xiaoyou, you have to pass me first, boy."

Nishino: "..."

Wooden Rabbit: "..."

very scary! !

However, the harsh words had already been let go, and the young man didn't want to show his timidity, so he bit the bullet and decided to win or lose with five goals.

Nishino originally thought that he, who suddenly possessed supernatural power recently, would be able to fight. However, Gojo Satoru was so fast that he could not be caught by the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, the ball was slowly falling against the basket and the net. a ball.

The winner and the loser were determined, and they lost 5:0.

Everyone was stunned: "..."

"This is too strong..." After Qingfeng sighed in a low voice, his eyes lit up with fierce fighting spirit, "Brother Wutiao, you should also compare with me."

Gojo Satoru had already returned to Yuyue with the ball in his arms, and said triumphantly, "Basketball boys are not as handsome as I am, are they?"

Is it because you want to prove that you are more handsome to be oneonone with that person?Youyue asked this question with her eyes.

Gojo Satoru snorted, noncommittal, and turned his face to wait for the compliment.

"Yeah. Brother Wu is more handsome."

"I'm ashamed to praise me like that in front of so many people."

——He was saying excuses, and his tail was almost raised.

Youyue said calmly: "But I always thought so. You are the most handsome. Here I am."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru took out his phone: "Can you say it again?"

作者有话要说：还是285的场合……感谢在2022-01-0316:24:37-2022-01-0416:23:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!