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

The water splashed by Gojo Satoru was huge and covered a wide area. Even if he blocked his face, his body would be soaked. Unless he could teleport indoors, it was impossible to completely avoid it.

Part of the plants in the yard were completely drenched by water, and crystal water droplets rolled down from the leaves and soaked into the ground.

And Qingli, like these plants, was messed up by Gojo Satoru, who didn't distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. The top of his hair, forehead, and clothes on his body were all soaked in water to varying degrees, and only the face that was covered in advance was not affected. , but because of the hair, the only place that was not affected by the water quickly became wet.

Haruto wiped off the water that flowed onto her face, and found that her body had changed due to exposure to cold water as expected, so she couldn't understand Gojo Satoru's behavior even more.

What on earth is this man going to do! ?

"Oh! Sure enough, it has changed. It seems that my guess is correct. It can change when it touches water."

Hearing these words, Qingli opened her eyes in a daze and puzzlement, but she was caught off guard by Gojo Satoru's enlarged face in front of her eyes, and immediately took a step back in shock, but was drooped again by the change in her stature. He tripped over his trousers on the ground, and he fell to one side.

Just at this moment, the hand that subconsciously stretched forward was grabbed by someone, and a forward pulling force pulled him back, as if to prevent himself from falling again, and a palm was pressed on the back of his waist.

It was accompanied by Gojo Satoru's voice whispering close to his ear.

"Oh, it's so dangerous, so dangerous, I almost hit the rock over there."

The culprit who caused this incident didn't have the slightest intention of introspection, and was still talking sarcasticly.

"It was really careless. You see, I saved you again. How can you thank me?"

The two were very close for a while, and their posture was simply terrible. However, with the experience of the previous exchange meeting, Qing Li didn't bother to move after knowing that the struggle was fruitless.

"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have fallen at all. Don't change the subject." He brought the reason of the matter back on track with one word, with a straight face, "Let go of me, strictly speaking, this is sexual harassment, you know ?"

Gojo Gori said bluntly, "You are a man, right? There is no such thing as sexual harassment for men."

"Then I want to tell others that you are harassing me in power."

"Power harassment? Is the vocabulary invented by the Ministry of Labor and Welfare for you to use like this?" He changed the subject and said in a rascal tone, "Even if it is true, you should be honored. After all, few people have the opportunity to be harassed by my power."

sunny ""

It's over, this guy will definitely be the kind of person who will engage in workplace bullying in the future without knowing it.

Wait, is conjurer counted as a workplace industry?

After imagining that scene, Qingli completely lost the desire to communicate, so she turned her head to one side, not wanting to talk anymore.

Seeing his attitude of non-violence and non-cooperation, Gojo Satoru subtly raised his eyebrows.

"What are you thinking?"

Qingli turned her eyes back to glance at him and then turned back again, "Do you want to hear the truth?"

"think."

"I'm thinking about how to find a chance to beat you up."

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru blinked a little strangely, and was not angry at this offensive remark, but asked patiently.

"So what's the result of thinking?"

"I can't beat it."

Gojo Satoru burst out laughing, the laughter caught the attention of the passing servants, but after seeing the posture of the two in the courtyard, he quickly withdrew his gaze and quickened his pace of leaving.

sunny ""

Don't pretend not to see it!Stop him!

Is there no one in this family who can take care of this guy?

As if aware that his life was hopeless, Gojo Satoru consciously let go of his hand and put him down after laughing enough, put his hands back into his sleeves, and narrowed his eyes in a good mood.

"Sometimes you are boring as hell, and sometimes your speech and behavior are quite ridiculous-you are really strange."

"Whatever you think, gossip here if you have time, can someone find me a towel to wipe first."

Qingli didn't want to chat with him at all, so she lifted her trousers, turned around and sat under the eaves of the porch, quickly unzipped the wet hoodie, revealing the bottoming shirt inside.

Fortunately, the weather is not too cold or hot, and the clothes are a little thicker so that they won't see through when they get wet, but the feeling of wearing them is really not very good.

Gojo Satoru over there was still standing in the courtyard, and when he saw his movements, he began to mutter.

"Hey, be careful, it's really defenseless to just take off your clothes carelessly in another man's house."

Qingli didn't even give him a look, and she held the sportswear and shook it in the air, "Didn't you just say that I am also a man, since everyone is basically a man, isn't it too redundant for you to say that?" point."

"But you still look like a girl, I don't want to be gossiped yet."

"I've been seen by others. It's a little late for you to worry. If that's the case, you should let me go earlier."

"I'm afraid that you will stumble again."

Qingli paused, "Do you believe this nonsense?"

Gojo Satoru grinned and said, "Believe it, why don't you believe it? I'm super-sincere."

""

Haruto ignored it, put the coat back on her body, and lowered her head to roll up her trousers. At the same time, Gojo Satoru ordered the servants to get the towels, while she slapped his butt beside the man, holding his face and trying to talk to him.

"I don't think you are angry at all? Or is it that you are not angry at all? Even if you play tricks, it's so boring."

Qingli didn't turn her head back, and her voice was also light, "If you keep getting angry, you will be very tired."

"I want to see you angry even more when you are like this. Don't keep looking at your pants, turn your head to look at me. Isn't it basic etiquette to look directly into the other person's eyes when speaking?"

Seeing that he didn't respond, Gojo Satoru continued to ramble in his ear, saying in a coaxing tone, "Turn your head around, how about I show you something? Hurry up, turn around, it's not necessarily wrong to miss this time." Here's a chance."

The chatter was really noisy, so Haruhiri rolled up his trousers and turned his head to see what other people were messing with—then he met Gojo Satoru's unobstructed pretty face.

The other party held the sunglasses that he took off at some point in his hand, and found that his clear blue eyes were slightly brightened when he turned around as he wished, and unconsciously tilted his head and blinked, showing a cute and cute smile on purpose, that's all Stare straight at him.

sunny ""

Qingli leaned back tactically, and took a dark breath.

Then he looked serious, "This is not good."

Gojo Satoru immediately protested, "What's wrong? Am I not good-looking? What are you dissatisfied with the exclusive exclusive privileges of the handsome Gojo?"

"Not good for my heart."

"puff--"

Gojo Satoru couldn't help laughing, and then glanced at the other party's serious attitude, it seemed that he really wasn't lying. This was a change of direction, and the words of praise made him inexplicably flustered. Even the servant's call took a while to make. reaction.

Gojo Satoru handed Haruno the towel he brought from the servant, "Here, the towel you want."

"My body is almost dry." Although she complained so much, Qingli still took it and brushed her hair absent-mindedly.

His current hair is relatively short, so it is convenient and quick to wipe, and it dries almost in a short time, so he returned the towel to the servant who was waiting by the side.

Qingli took out her cell phone from her trouser pocket to check the time, then stood up and went into the house.

Seeing his actions, Gojo Satoru quickly turned around and asked, "Why are you going?"

Qingli walked to the plastic bag, squatted down and rummaged through "I should go back to school."

"It's so fast, why don't you stay a little longer?"

Qingli stopped rummaging, but didn't look at him, the figure with her back turned showed a little indifference for no reason.

"Anyway, you just want to see my form after going around like this. Now that you have achieved your goal, I should go too."

"Wow, what a cold reaction, but—"

Gojo Satoru's tone was a bit strange, as if he was really just complaining about his behavior.

Qingli didn't care, and let out a cry of joy after finding what she was looking for, suddenly felt a chill behind her back, and then found a shadow under the hood and projected to the ground.

He turned around vigilantly, and faced Gojo Satoru's quietly approaching figure, with a malicious smile on his shadowy face, he slowly spoke the second half of the sentence.

"Who says my purpose is just that?"

"What else do you want to do? Wait, don't come here, stop, if you come here again, I will really be angry with you, Gojo Satoru—!"

With the dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, everything in the house returned to calm.

"Ha, the filming is over."

Gojo Satoru flipped through a few freshly released photos on his phone, and was extremely satisfied. Now he could finally convince Glass and Jie to believe in his own words.

He never said anything without evidence. See, isn't this evidence?

It took him a lot of effort!

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru muttered in a low voice with some complaints.

"Really, I just wanted to take a few photos and I didn't do anything bad. You struggled too much, so you had to be a little rough."

At this moment, he was kneeling on the ground with his body arched and his knees half-kneeling, holding the mobile phone in one hand, while the other hand firmly clamped the wrists of the person under him, and raised it above his head. The huge body covered it, imprisoning the person as a whole in place.

And Wujo Satoru was still immersed in the joy of his scheme being successful, and he didn't hear a reply for a long time before he gave his mind to someone as if he just realized something was wrong.

"Huh? Why don't you speak, are you angry?"

Gojo Satoru bowed his head as if consciously, and under the shadow of the backlight, he could vaguely see the situation of the person lying on the ground. The other person's head was tilted to one side, half of his face was covered by bangs and sideburns in a mess, and his expression could not be seen clearly. It also slid down and spread out in the previous resistance, revealing a fragile and slender neck.

The girl remained silent and did not move at all, only the violent ups and downs of her chest showed that she was still awake.

Ah, did I overdo it.

Gojo Satoru let go of the man's wrist, straightened his back and nodded his chin thoughtfully, then bent down and stretched out his hand to pat the man's face lightly.

"Are you really angry? Shouldn't it be, or are you crying?"

The next moment, the person who was not cooperating before turned his face away, his face was flushed, his eyes were moist, he looked extremely wronged, his voice was still trembling, I don't know if it was from anger or embarrassment.

"You're dead, get down quickly."

As he said that, he was about to stretch out his unshackled hand to push Gojo Satoru, but the latter remained motionless as if he was stunned, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, Gojo Satoru frowned, and said to himself, "Looking at the photo just now is totally wrong, it makes me feel like I'm bullying someone."

In the end, he shook his phone and suddenly smiled brightly.

"Xiao Qingli, can we take some more pictures?"

"What's wrong with that guy? Why is he wandering around like a peacock with its tail open."

Jia Ruozi looked at Wujo Wu who was pressing the keypad of his mobile phone and didn't know who he was texting with. After a moment's pause, he looked away and asked Xia Youjie who was also looking down at his mobile phone beside him.

"Has anything good happened to him recently?"

Xia Youjie glanced at the person who was asking the question, then at the smiling male classmate a few meters away, and shook his head inexplicably.

"I don't know, it seems that he has been in a good mood since he came back from Kyoto last time." When he mentioned this, he remembered something, "Oh, by the way, Glass, did you see the photo of Wufa?"

Jiarui Jiazi recalled it and soon knew which one he was referring to. After all, Gojo Satoru often likes to post some messy things in the three-person chat group. She usually just glances at it and ignores it. A picture that gets her attention.

"Ah, that one? I saw it, but I didn't expect him to actually take it. I almost forgot about how persistent he was, but" Jia Ruozi pondered for a few seconds before hesitating, "That photo seems to be Is there anything strange about it, Wujo isn't forcing the other party, right?"

Hearing what the female classmate said, Xia Youjie nodded in agreement, and lowered his voice, "I think so too, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a normal shooting, it's very suspicious."

Although the girl in the picture is facing the camera, her eyes are looking away. She has a very passive and sabotage attitude. The gray sports coat has darkened a few pieces visible to the naked eye. Visually, it is wet marks after being soaked in water, and even her hair is half dry. Not wet, but a little messy.

Reminiscent of what Gojo Satoru once said about changing sex when exposed to water, Jiaru Nitzi couldn't help but click his tongue again, and the way he stared at the other party gradually changed.

"It's really scum."