After being scummed by four men

He Zecheng was sitting on the steps, sandwiched between two tall and burly men.

In front of him are the first and second graders who are having gymnastics lessons on the playground.

The students occasionally cast curious glances at the three of them, while He Zecheng lowered his head with a flushed face, enduring the sneaky kisses of the two sensitively.

"Chirp~" "Choo!" "Choo~" "Choo!"...

He Zecheng screamed in his heart, are these two bastards competing on him? !

He Zecheng lowered his head with a hot face, not knowing that the two would keep staring at each other angrily in addition to stealing a kiss.

Gojo Satoru opened his beautiful blue eyes wide, and the round eyes were lined with snow-white and thick eyelashes, making him look like a puffy white-haired cat.

The corners of Xia Youjie's eyes were slightly raised, and the long and narrow pupils gleamed with a dim light. There was a trace of contempt on his face, which was full of provocation.

"You two..." He Zecheng faltered like a mosquito.

The two of them suddenly lowered their heads together and kissed loudly on his left and right cheeks.

"Chirp!"

Because the movements of the two were too big, it seemed that some students on the playground accidentally saw this scene and looked at the three of them in surprise.

He Zecheng felt his brain evaporate all of a sudden, he stood up abruptly, blushed and said loudly:

"I'll go to the equipment room and get some magic tools!"

Then he ran away in a hurry.

"It's all your fault, the kiss was too loud! This is great, scare Cheng away!"

"Oh, Wu, it's obvious that you kissed louder. Don't think that the villain will sue first to shirk your responsibility."

"……Humph!"

He Zecheng rushed into the equipment room, his cheeks were hot and his heart was pounding.

The soft feeling of the two people's lips touching the skin remained in He Zecheng's memory like the undissipated fragrance.

These two guys!

He Zecheng came to a shelf casually, lowered his head, bit his lips lightly, and slid his slender fingers on the spell tool.

While flustered, He Zecheng also felt something bad.

He originally planned to retire, but after Wujo Wu tricked him into coming to the high school, his heart was like a kite with a broken string, and he was constantly pushed away from the original direction by the two of them.

He Zecheng caressed the finger of the magic tool, and curled up slightly as he thought.

Isn't it better to get out of here first?

Otherwise, with these two people here, I'm afraid they won't let themselves think carefully...

Suddenly there was the sound of the door opening and closing.

He Zecheng turned around suddenly as if he had just woken up from a dream, only to see Xia Youjie in cassock, blocking the door with a slender figure.

"Xia Youjun?" He Zecheng couldn't help but took a step back, and bumped into the shelf behind him, and the magic tools on the shelf made a soft "crash".

"Cheng, you are thinking about how to leave us, right?" Xia Youjie chuckled, his voice was soft and soft, but his face was hidden in the shadows, making people feel aggressive Danger.

He Zecheng's breathing became short of breath.

Trouble, it's not Brother Wu who came, but Mr. Xia You, who has a more careful thinking and a more delicate and sensitive mind.

He Zecheng glanced at the window, the feeling of being locked on by his eyes, as if he was about to be arrested, urged him to run away immediately regardless.

Xia Youjie rushed over suddenly, grabbed his arm and held it high, and pressed it against the shelf with a "slap".

"Xia You, Xia You-jun!" He Zecheng became a little uncontrollably afraid, he knew it would happen.

Don't look at Xia Youjie's appearance is very gentle and elegant, but anyone who knows him well will understand that this guy is a beast at heart.

It's a ravenous wolf.

"Hush——" Xia Youjie coaxed him softly, his voice was soft, but with a rhythm that made He Zecheng's heart beat faster and his breathing disordered, "Don't think, you don't need to think, and I won't allow you to think."

He Zecheng stared at him with wide eyes in fear, the innocence and softness made the corners of Xia Youjie's lips keep rising.

"Sink, He Zecheng." As Xia Youjie's words fell softly, pieces of fabric rose in the air with He Zecheng's exclamation, "Sink, you don't need to think."

"Just sink into the vortex that Wu and I gave you."

Then he chuckled and lowered his head to kiss He Zecheng who was so panicked that he lost his mind.

A burst of crying and screaming accompanied by the rattling sound of spell equipment shaking on the shelf rang in the quiet equipment room for a long time before it stopped.

"Asshole! Don't touch me again!" He Zecheng said hoarsely at Xia Youjie, who was lying on the ground with his upper body.

Xia Youjie sat lazily on the ground, with a few shallow scratches on his chest, he was not annoyed when he heard this, but instead picked up a piece of clothing on the ground, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised, looking at He Zecheng with dark eyes He placed a deep kiss on his lips.

He Zecheng was wearing Xia Youjie's loose cassock, standing barefoot on the ground, seeing this guy's unrequited expression for a burst of shame and anger.

But he didn't know what to do with this shameless guy.

He Zecheng grabbed the skirt of the cassock tightly, and ran out in a panic.

Xia Youjie looked at his back and smiled, instead of chasing him, he took out his cell phone and made a casual call.

After a few beeps, the phone was picked up immediately.

"Jie, what are you doing behind my back?" After answering the phone, Gojo Satoru asked warily.

Xia Youjie didn't want to admit it at first, but considering that He Zecheng ran out in his cassock just now, I'm afraid this matter will be over soon.

Xia Youjie coughed lightly, but did not answer.

"Xia-you-jie! How can you steal it!" Wutiao Satoru on the other end of the phone felt aggrieved, "We agreed!"

Xia Youjie just asked back:

"If it's you, can you bear it?"

Gojo Satoru's aggrieved and viscous accusations suddenly stopped.

If it's him... well, I can't help it.

"Wu, have you finished your mission?"

Just now, the high-level rotten oranges temporarily gave Wutiao Wu a task, and Wutiao Wu had to leave. This is Xia Youjie's success.

"It's done." Gojo Satoru said angrily.

Although what Xia Youjie said was very reasonable, but he who was familiar with Xia Youjie felt that this guy was actually trying to quibble.

"Then come back quickly. I called you to tell you that Cheng ran away just now."

"What?! What are you doing, Jie!" Wujo Satoru was in a hurry.

"I'm creating opportunities for you," Xia Youjie said confidently, "If you come back quickly enough, you might be able to block Cheng."

Along with the rush of air coming from the phone, Gojo Gojo's annoyed snort also came over.

"Okay, hang up, I've seen Cheng."

"Come on, Wu," Xia Youjie chuckled, "I'll help you distract the students around you."

"I guarantee that no one except Lord Tian Yuan knows what you are doing."

"...Don't mention Lord Tianyuan at this time!"

He Zecheng trotted barefoot on the bluestone road for a while, then stopped uncomfortably.

He just escaped from the crime, and he didn't want to touch the sensitive nerves of the higher-ups, so he didn't dare to flaunt his wings and leave the high school.

Furthermore, he was hiding from Gojo Satoru.

Since Xia Youjie conspired with Wujo Wu, Wujo Wu might be very difficult to deal with.

He Zecheng, who had just been tortured by Xia Youjie, was sore all over his body. If he was tortured by Gojo Wu again, he might not be able to get out of the high school today...

However, Makoto He Ze has forgotten that his spell power is actually very special. To Gojo Satoru's six eyes, he is like the sun in the dark night, a lost pearl in the sand.

He Zecheng was quickly caught.

"Cheng, where are you going? Why didn't you wait for me to come back." Gojo Satoru descended from the sky and stood in front of He Zecheng.

He Zecheng tightened his loose cassock, his mind was in a mess.

In fact, he didn't know where to go, he just wanted to escape from these two guys subconsciously.

But Gojo Satoru, who looked at the cassock He Zecheng was wearing, suddenly changed his face.

I saw his expression became more and more sour, and his expression became more and more wronged, like a cat that accidentally ate a lemon.

Then Gojo Gojo shouted loudly:

"Cheng, you are eccentric!"

He Zecheng, who was still in a panic, was stunned by his accusation. Before he could say anything, Gojo Satoru quickly took off his uniform jacket and looked at him expectantly.

"Cheng~ wear mine, wear mine~" Gojo Satoru showed the school uniform in front of He Zecheng, leaned over and looked at him with sparkling eyes.

A trace of men's cold fragrance followed Gojo Satoru to unfold the uniform in front of him, lingering faintly at the tip of He Zecheng's nose.

He Zecheng blushed suddenly.

The cassock he wore carried the bitter and lukewarm tobacco smell that Xia Youjie was used to, completely different from the clean, frivolous and charming Wujo Wu.

It is also a smell that Makoto He Ze has not smelled for a long time.

Seeing that He Zecheng didn't move, but just blushed silently, Gojo Satoru's expression gradually became aggrieved again:

"Sincere?"

"What's the comparison to this kind of thing." Are you a child?

He Zecheng wanted to say this, but suddenly remembered what Gojo Satoru said:

"If... If I become like a child, won't you leave me again?"

He Zecheng suddenly softened his heart.

He hesitated for a moment, and slowly took off the cassock on his body, but he was only halfway off when Gojo Satoru forcibly tore it off.

"Brother Wu?" He Zecheng turned his head away in embarrassment, arms crossed in front of each other, very embarrassed.

"Sincerely, you are too slow. I am very upset to see you wearing Jie's clothes." Gojo Satoru said in a low voice, coquettishly.

"Then, give me the clothes quickly." He Zecheng closed his eyes and whispered with a blushing face.

He Zecheng had a bad premonition in his heart, and his slightly overlapping legs trembled slightly.

"Clothes?" Gojo Satoru tilted his head innocently, then happily threw the clothes not far away.

"Brother Wu! You!" He Zecheng heard the voice, and opened his eyes anxiously to look at the coat not far away.

Gojo Satoru took a step forward, holding his face with a smirk:

"Wait a minute, now is not the time to wear it."

Before He Zecheng could say anything, Gojo Satoru wrapped his hands around the back of his neck, and tied a cool leather belt around his neck.

He Zecheng grabbed the small lock around his neck in fear, and looked up at Gojo Satoru.

He unconsciously picked at the words engraved on the small lock with his fingertips - "incaged" (*captured).

"It's so pretty." Gojo Gojo happily kissed his forehead.

"Brother Wu, I'm going to be angry..." He Zecheng said harshly with a trembling voice.

"Angry? Why are you angry?" Wujo Wu stroked his hair lightly, and said inexplicably, "I didn't say that, you just need to rely on Wujo adults."

"I'll take care of everything for you."

"Why are you leaving?" Gojo Satoru's beautiful blue eyes also darkened, casting a layer of gloom, "Cheng, do you not believe me anymore?"

"No, no..."

"You have seen it too, my students, smart and kind boys, right?" Gojo Satoru gently stroked He Zecheng's cheek, looking at his light golden pupils.

"In another five or six years, I will be able to completely change the magic world."

"So why do you feel tired, why do you have to leave?" Gojo Satoru's voice sounded a little more cold and angry, "I see, you are going to abandon me again, right?"

"I... I'm sorry." He Zecheng felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, looking into Wujo Wu's eyes and said in a difficult voice.

"You know what I want to hear." Gojo Satoru looked at him deeply, and said, "You are very smart, Jie and I both know that, you know what we want to do, right?"

He Zecheng finally moved his eyes away and stopped looking at Gojo Satoru, but Gojo Satoru held his face and forced him to look at him.

"You owe me and Jie! You should agree!" Wujo Wu said coldly.

"Why did you leave me on your own initiative? Why did you hide from Jie that you were not comfortable after using the technique!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He Zecheng burst into tears.

"...I didn't want to make you cry, and I didn't want to hear you say this," Gojo Satoru frowned angrily, and sighed, "We just miss you, so you can be more self-willed in front of us."

"There is no need to endure anything for us, Jie and I are the strongest."

"Stay here, Cheng, let us make it up to you," Gojo Satoru held up his face and looked at him seriously, "May I ask Master Gojo to fulfill his promise to protect you forever?"

He Zecheng was upset, but not because of fear, nor because of confusion, but because of the affection between Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie.

"I..." He Zecheng lowered his eyes, blushed slightly, and said softly, "I'm not leaving."

Gojo Satoru was startled for a moment, and then he happily pulled He Zecheng into his arms, excitedly saying like a jk:

"I like you the most, Cheng!"

"Brother Wu, clothes, my clothes..." He Zecheng shyly refused.

"Well, clothes," Gojo Gojo nodded thoughtfully, then hugged He Zecheng, and said happily, "I almost forgot, I lost to Jie."

He Zecheng, who suddenly jumped into the sky, let out a cry of surprise, and when he heard Gojo Satoru's words, he said angrily:

"Are you and Xia Youjun competing on me?"

He Zecheng remembered the shameless stealth of the two on the playground.

"Cheng! You miss me so much!" Gojo Satoru pretended to be aggrieved, "It's clearly Jie, who doesn't give up and wants to compare with me!"

"I'm sincere, and I'm not at all the same as that hypocritical Jay!"

"Then let me down." He Zecheng said expressionlessly.

"Well..." Gojo Wubai laughed, shaking the person in his arms, "I won't let go."

"Clothes! Brother Wu! Clothes!" He Zecheng reminded him anxiously.

"Wait a minute, wait a moment." Gojo Satoru hugged He Zecheng and walked into the nearby woods with a smile.