After falling into the Niangyaoquan, I became attached to the strongest

When I saw Gojo Satoru again, I was on my way to and from school.

At that time, he had just come out of the convenience store, wearing casual sportswear, and carrying a large bag of fast food such as bread and milk.

The other party was standing in front of a wagashi shop more than ten meters away, wearing small sleeves, covered with an indigo feather, and dressed in a traditional kimono, which blended in with the already antique streets of Kyoto. The only thing that seemed out of place was probably his Semi-permanent sunglasses almost seem to grow on the body.

Wujo Wujo's eyebrows and eyes were light, and he pointed to the things in the window and said something. Behind him stood a man and a woman who looked like domestic servants, following the white-haired boy step by step, with the air of a young master of a big family traveling.

The Wujo family is indeed a big family.

Because the person involved was too dishonest, Qingli often forgot that Gojo Satoru was still a rich young master.

But no matter how rich he is, it's not his. Thinking back to the last accident, another set of school uniform was scrapped, Haruto couldn't breathe.

Fortunately, the previous school uniform with dropped buttons could still be worn after being repaired. This was his greatest consolation.

Haruto turned her eyes away, intending to pretend she couldn't see the way Chaolai came back, but unexpectedly, the other party noticed his deliberately turned back and greeted him proactively.

"Yo, Qingli, what a coincidence."

Hearing the sound, Haruhi sighed inwardly, turned around helplessly and met Gojo Satoru's eyes.

He pretended to respond calmly: "Gotiao-kun, it's a coincidence, why are you in Kyoto?"

Gojo Satoru walked slowly with his arms crossed, and his tone was very natural: "My family is in Kyoto, just like you would go home to visit relatives, I would occasionally go home to do some things, isn't it normal?"

Haruto didn't care much about what to do, and she didn't have that much curiosity, it was just a polite inquiry after all.

He nodded slightly: "Okay, I'm the one who said too much, what's the matter with Wutiao-jun calling me?"

Hearing his words, Wutiaowu's face showed a little dissatisfaction: "Wutiaojun, Wutiaojun, you are so outstanding, you can just call me Wutiaowu, I will call you Qingli."

How did this person's brain circuit get here?

Besides, not everyone is familiar enough to call others by their first names like him.

Noticing the entourage behind the other party with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, the two were also secretly looking at themselves, Qingli suddenly felt a little headache, and compromised Wujo Wu's waywardness in silence for a few seconds.

"... Wu Jun."

However, such a title still failed to satisfy a certain unreasonable guy on the street: "What kind of compromise is this, is it so hot to call me by my name without a suffix?"

To this, Qingli put a blank face and didn't respond at all, just stared at him faintly, as if saying - I'll stick to you for the sake of your family being present, but don't push yourself too far.

Gojo Satoru snorted when he received this message, but he didn't ask the other party to call his name, but proposed another matter.

"I said you, would you like to come to my house?"

"--what?"

Qingli really doesn't understand, why does this person think of it all at once, thinking in leaps and bounds?

Gojo Satoru stretched out one hand from his sleeve, hooked his palm towards him, and said in a flirtatious tone, "Come on, come on, I don't invite others easily, how about taking it as a thank you for saving you last time? This The request is simple."

"...Master Wu, we need to go back as soon as possible."

The man behind him lowered his voice and whispered in his ear, in exchange for Wujo Satoru to roll his eyes impatiently.

"Oh, I know, I know, my ears are getting calluses, I'm going back now." After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Qingli again, complaining, "Look how long you hesitated for a while, my housekeeper urged me Oh, really, this is the bad thing when I go home, I am always disciplined everywhere, even inviting a friend is so troublesome, I am so pitiful."

The butlers behind him: "..."

Haruto noticed the complex face of the housekeeper: "......"

He glanced at the convenience foods in his hand from the corner of his eye, frowned and pondered for a moment,

After all, he nodded in response.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

There is always a feeling that it would be more troublesome not to agree.

But in fact, there is a bad feeling about agreeing...

No matter whether you go or not, you will get into trouble. The two evils are the lesser, so why not go and see what Gojo Satoru wants to do.

So Haruto declined the housekeeper's kindness, and followed the Gojo family all the way with her bag. The Gojo house is a very traditional Japanese-style ancient building, because there are many people living in it, which is much larger than ordinary mansions. It looks quite spectacular and covers a large area.

Ah... this is the big family.

"What are you doing in a daze, let's go in."

Gojo Satoru next to him pushed his head sideways, and stepped into the gate first, and Haruto also looked away, raising his foot to follow closely behind.

The butler brought Qingli to the guest room, and was sent away to make tea.

Gojo Satoru shifted his gaze to the face of the person sitting in front of him, and said in a showy tone: "How about it, the Gojo House is not bad, right? Although the system is a bit traditional, there are a lot of modern facilities."

Hearing this question, Haruto glanced around briefly, then looked at the green plants outside the shoji door, and nodded slowly.

"Well, you're right, I quite like this architectural style, it can make people calm down involuntarily."

"Oh—it really seems like something you can say, after all, you are boring to death."

As he spoke, Gojo Satoru looked at the white plastic bag beside him and asked, "What's in your pile?"

Qingli followed his gaze and replied, "It's my food for the next week."

Gojo Satoru suddenly felt unbelievable: "You just eat these things?"

"I just remitted part of the money to my family some time ago, and another set of school uniforms was scrapped. Recently, I have been busy with work and have no time to eat."

The combination of various factors caused Qingli to have to deal with meals casually, and then rewarded herself with a good meal when she had more money.

Even so, he added: "But don't worry, my dinner will still be eaten normally. After all, it is the main meal of the day. I haven't really wanted to be harsh on myself to that point."

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, showing a dazed look.

"Oh, I understand, you have no money."

Haruhi: "..."

Although this is indeed the case, why is it inexplicably infuriating to hear it from his mouth?

Qingli closed her eyes, then raised a perfunctory smile, and graciously admitted.

"Yes, I have no money."

"........."

"What's the matter? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?"

Sensing the surprised and probing gaze of the person opposite, Haruto cast a puzzled look, and then Gojo Satoru changed his sitting position, his eyes were full of eagerness, and he pointed to his own face.

"Do that expression again."

"what expression?"

"Of course—" Gojo Satoru raised his hand, pointing his index finger and middle finger on both sides of his mouth, and then pushed up a smile, "smile, smile!"

"boring."

"How can this be called boring? This is the first time I've seen you laugh! Have you ever heard a saying that people who love to laugh have good luck? If you are so unlucky, you must be broke every day." Because of the face!"

"........."

Qingli opened her mouth, and it took a while to find her own voice.

"...you're really good at chatting."

It's not normal to have a little bit of stickiness.

Just when Wujo Wu was still insisting on making him smile again, attendants carrying tea and snacks came in from the door, placed them in front of the two of them one by one, then set up the tea tray and walked to Wujo Wu's side and said something in a low voice , before bowing out of the room.

With the cover of the teacup, Haruhi observed his complexion carefully. It seemed that Gojo Satoru's expression was not very good from just now. Although he didn't know what happened, he politely didn't ask.

And what the other party said next is exactly

it is this.

"The old men at home called me to ask questions. I will leave first. If you are bored, you can turn on the TV and watch it. The remote control is on it. If you have any questions, call the attendant outside."

Gojo Satoru arranged the next thing succinctly, then got up and walked towards the door, and disappeared around the corner.

Gojo Satoru left, invited him to be a guest and left him as a guest. Although there was a reason for the incident, Qingli always felt something strange.

Ah... I really want to go back to school, but is it too rude to leave right after arriving?

Let's wait for a while.

Thinking of this, Qingli sighed, lowered her head and quietly ate the tea in front of her, took out her mobile phone and swiped the social networking site for a while, and played a few small games that came with the system, Gojo Satoru still didn't come back.He put his face in a daze, and finally turned his attention to the pool in the yard outside the door, then stood up involuntarily and walked out.

"Guest?" The servant waiting outside saw that he thought he needed something, so he asked aloud.

Qingli smiled friendly and pointed to the courtyard: "Hi, may I go down?"

"Of course, I'm going to get you shoes."

"Okay, trouble."

The servant came back soon, probably taking into account that he was wearing ordinary socks instead of foot bags, and took a pair of clean slippers.

Qingli thanked her, put on her shoes, stepped on the stone path in the yard, and squatted by the pond with her hands in her hands, focusing on watching the fish swimming in the pond.

"What are you looking at?"

A voice came from behind, and he turned his head. Gojo Satoru, who had already finished his business, appeared in the corridor at some point, looking at him.

Qinglifu stared back at the water again: "I'm in a daze."

"It's really you who is staring at the pond in a daze. You obviously have the experience of drowning but you don't learn the lesson at all. If you fall into it, don't blame me for not reminding you."

For his slander, Qingli didn't take it seriously, and just responded flatly: "I won't fall in, and it doesn't matter even if I fall in. The pond is very shallow, and no one can be drowned."

"Really."

Wujo Gojo let out an indifferent oh, and also walked down the corridor and walked slowly to Qingli's side, and squatted down with him to watch the fish in the water.

"What's so beautiful about it."

"Just treat me as idle."

"Then you are really bored."

Gojo Goku curled his lips and put his hand into the water and fiddled with it once and for all. When something came to his mind just in time, he secretly laughed, but on the surface he opened his mouth pretending to be nonchalant.

"Speaking of which, you fell into the lake last time and became a girl, right?"

Qingli instantly became alert: "What do you want to do?"

It's not to blame him for thinking too much, but Gojo Satoru himself has a lot of uncertainties, his words and deeds are random and unpredictable, and it's hard to guess the other party's next move.

"Nothing, I was just thinking—"

Speaking of this, Gojo Satoru made a fool of himself, flipped his wrist and used the magic power to quickly set off a splash of water, which flew straight towards Qingli, followed by the second half of his stubborn tone.

"Will it change if it is simply exposed to water?"