Spell Upgrade System

The yard of the Gojo House is huge, even bigger than the magic club, probably to the extent that you will get lost for the first time.

Standing in front of the gate of Gojo's house, Shikatori Hiiragi felt that the walls on both sides could not be seen. She turned her head, and Gojo Satoru raised her eyebrows in a normal way, and seemed to be wondering why she didn't go in.

Gojo Satoru raised his head towards her: "Go in."

Shikatori Hiiragi was stunned for a moment, and then responded: "Ah good."

For some reason, Shikatori Hiiragi suddenly had the same mood as when he first visited the spell club, and always felt that he should tidy up his demeanor.

He raised his hand to smooth his bangs, tucked his overly long sideburns behind his ears, then straightened out the folds of his clothes, exhaled, and calmed down a little.

She is undoubtedly nervous, although it is not an occasion to meet her boyfriend's parents, but the people in the yard are her classmates and friends' family members after all, so it is okay to be a little more formal at this time.

However, Shikatori Hiiragi's series of preparations, in Gojo Satoru's view, was too long ahead.

Gojo Satoru didn't know what Shikatori Hiiragi was doing, but he knew that the other party was being cautious, so he opened the door and said, "Take it easy, treat this as your own home."

"...I will try my best." Shikatori Hiiragi can only say this.

After following Gojo Satoru into the compound, she still asked him a little strangely: "Don't you need to knock?"

Gojo Satoru was even more strange than her: "No need, and isn't the door already open?"

"Actually, if you didn't push it away, I thought it was locked."

"My door is never locked."

Shikatori Hiiragi blinked, and asked suspiciously, "Why?"

The Wujo family is so rich, and the valuables in the house must be a disaster. Gojo Satoru just pushed the door open so lightly. In this way, if there are thieves who sneak in at night, the things will not be stolen directly. Yet?

In this era, anti-theft doors are being wildly promoted and popularized. Everyone is guarding against thieves and theft, but only Wutiaojia opens its doors openly.

Shikatori Hiiragi couldn't think of a reason.

Gojo Satoru shook his finger and smiled brightly: "Those who dare to break in will be sent to jail before entering the mansion."

Shikatori Hiiragi accidentally caught a glimpse of the guards scattered around the yard, and said, "...meaning that your house is actually heavily guarded?"

"of course."

"All right……"

To be honest, the day after tomorrow will be a dark day, and even Shikatori Hiiragi, the top social animal, has been on vacation for several days, but now those servants are still standing upright.

...they don't stay year-round, do they?

Shikatori Hiiragi couldn't help but tremble three times at his terrifying thoughts.

Evil capitalism.

The weather was very cold at the end of December, and there were trees, ponds and small pools in the yard, as well as rockeries that Japanese people like very much.

Although the temperature is very low these days, most of the pools have not formed thin ice. Occasionally, the sound of running water can be heard. Whenever one end of Jinglu is filled with water, there will be a crisp sound.

From Shikatori Hiiragi's point of view, the environment of Gojo's house is not inferior to the magic society, even better than the magic society, just standing here, you will feel relaxed and happy.

In the cold weather, there was no one in the yard, except that you could occasionally see a servant sweeping the floor with a broom, and when he noticed Gojo Satoru, he would immediately bow slightly.

Sure enough, Gojo Satoru was very respected in this family.

Probably because even knowing his naughty side, he didn't dare to have any opinion on him.

Walking to a mansion, Gojo Satoru took off his shoes here and walked in. Seeing this, Shikatori Hiiragi also took off his shoes and followed in.

Gojo Satoru walked in front of her, and said as he walked, "I notified them in advance that I will be back today, and I should be preparing a big meal by now."

His pace was much more cheerful than usual, and he didn't know what made him so happy.

Maybe it's because I'm home.

Shikatori Hiiragi thought so.

Gojo Satoru didn't know when he stopped, opened the door and walked in: "This is my room, you can sit wherever you want."

Shikatori Hiiragi followed suit.

Gojo Satoru's room is ridiculously large, but there are not many things. It is a standard Japanese-style room with tatami mats on the floor, a table, a TV, a bookshelf and a few cabinets.

Seeing such a room, Shikatori Hiiragi couldn't help being a little surprised.

Before this, she had made up the appearance of many kinds of rooms in her brain, but what she saw now was not at all the same as what she thought.

She originally thought that boys' rooms would have some magazines or photos, or posters of special dramas on the wall. She thought that even if there were no special posters, there should be some photos of desserts.

I didn't expect the other party's room to be so simple.

Perhaps it was because he had informed in advance that he would be back, but when Gojo Satoru entered the room, he found that the square table had turned into a kotatsu. He threw his luggage aside, knelt down and plugged in the kotatsu.

Gojo Satoru took off his coat, raised his hand and hung it up. When he came back, he grabbed the remote control on the TV cabinet, then got into the kotatsu, and turned on the TV.

Shikatori Hiiragi is still a little dazed at the moment, only seeing the other party's movements like flowing water, but she is still standing at the same place at this moment, not knowing what to do.

Gojo Satoru looked up at her: "What's wrong? Sit down."

"Ah?" Shikatori Hiiragi was a little puzzled, "Gojo-kun, don't you need to meet your parents?"

If there were no accidents, Wujo Satoru should have not been back for a semester. Usually, at this time, don't you have to meet your family first?

Wujo Gojo said "Oh" and said, "My parents are in the separate house in Kyoto. The old man and the old lady died long ago."

Shikatori Hiiragi couldn't help but frowned, and didn't say that what he said was insignificant, but only thought that the other party would have no family members here at all.

Gojo Satoru waved his hand: "Sit first, I'll ask someone to make room for you, play here during the day, and sleep in your room at night."

Shikatori Hiiragi sighed, and raised his forehead: "Didn't you say that you have notified that you will bring me here? Why do you have to clean up the room now?"

"Uh..." Wutiao Wuhu's body shook, and he couldn't explain why for a while.

Shikatori Hiiragi was helpless: "Forget it..."

How could she not see the little tricks of the other party?But now that I have been tricked by him, there is nothing to say.

Shikatori Hiiragi just took off his coat, hung it to the place where Gojo Satoru hung it just now, put the luggage on the ground, sat on the tatami, and stretched his legs into the kotatsu.

The kotatsu is an indispensable thing for the Japanese in winter. When I was a "sheep", there was a huge kotatsu in the living room. Everyone would watch TV in a circle occasionally, which was warm and cozy.

But since she left Yokohama, she has never felt the warmth of the kotatsu again.

At this time, the electricity had just been plugged in, the kotatsu hadn't heated up yet, and her legs were still a little bit cold on the ground. She moved her feet a little, but she didn't know what happened, and suddenly bumped into something.

Gojo Satoru was happily watching TV, but in the next second he suddenly cast his gaze at Shikatori Hiiragi, knowing without thinking that he touched his foot.

This kotatsu was huge, and Shikatori Hiiragi was sitting directly opposite Gojo Satoru, both of them stretched their legs so that their feet could barely touch each other.

Shikatori Hiiragi didn't feel much, because when I was in "Yang", everyone stretched their legs into the kotatsu, and often bumped into each other, and sometimes some people secretly used their feet to fight inside.

Although the group of children were noisy, but at least they were happy and lively, Shikatori Hiiragi still can't stop thinking about it now.

Shikatori Hiiragi looked away lightly, then lay down on the table, swiping his phone in boredom.

A few seconds later, a pair of feet suddenly touched the soles of her feet.

Shikatori Hiiragi looked up, and saw Gojo Satoru with a wicked smile on his face, and propped his hands on the ground, obviously stretching his legs on purpose.

Childish or not.

Thinking of this, Shikatori Hiiragi couldn't help but want to laugh, but he still said calmly that his feet had changed directions, leaving Gojo Satoru directly in vain.

Two seconds later, the other party posted again, rubbing against the socks of the two of them.

Shikatori Hiiragi couldn't help laughing, and asked, "Why?"

"No reason." Gojo Satoru suppressed a smile.

Fine.

Shikatori Hiiragi ignored him and swiped his phone by himself.

After a while, someone knocked on the door again, and without waiting for Wujo Wu to come in, he opened the door directly.

The servant bowed slightly at first, then walked in with strides, and put a small basket full of oranges on the table: "Master, the sugar oranges you want."

When Gojo Gojo saw the Tangju, his eyes lit up: "Oh! The Tangju is here!"

"If there is no order, I will take my leave."

"let's go."

Shikatori Hiiragi was stunned.

Gojo Satoru immediately took a sugar orange, peeled it skillfully, and threw it into his mouth.

"When did you want the Tangerine?"

"Just now."

"what?"

Shikatori Hiiragi looked puzzled, she didn't see Gojo Satoru say hello to anyone along the way, let alone after entering the house.

"Sent a text message." Gojo Satoru said, and swallowed another sugar orange.

"Oh." That's all right.

Shikatori Hiiragi looked at the other person eating with relish, and couldn't help but said: "Don't you want to eat later? Don't eat too much."

"It doesn't matter," Gojo Satoru shrugged. "And it's still early, because it will affect the taste if left for a long time, so they probably won't start cooking before I come back, at least to prepare."

"so……"

Looking at it this way, Shikatori Hiiragi feels more and more that Gojo Satoru is really a dude, who has been spoiled since he was a child, and no one in this family can control him, and the servants dare not say no to him.

Shikatori Hiiragi had just reached out to take a sugar orange, when Gojo Satoru handed over the peeled one.

She was flattered for a while, her first reaction was that Gojo Satoru would take the initiative to peel the oranges for her, and then he took it directly, and just as he put it to his mouth, he suddenly remembered something.

"Wait, haven't you washed your hands since you came back?"

Not only Wujo Satoru didn't wash, she didn't wash either.

A certain young master waved his hand and said, "It's not clean, you won't get sick if you eat it."

Shikatori Hiiragi: "..."

She remembered that when she took him in back then, he was still a bit of a clean freak. Is this because the edges and corners have been smoothed by life?

From the current appearance, it is hard to see that this is a pampered young master. This spiritual awareness is like playing in the mud in the field since childhood and grabbing a bite of watermelon to eat from time to time.

As expected of you!Gojo Satoru! !