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

"I'll order a cup of dreamy strawberries, how about you, Qingli?"

"Hmm... Let me see, then I'll have this vanilla matcha."

Hearing what he ordered, Gojo Satoru said in a drawn-out tone of disdain: "Oh—won't it be bitter?"

Qingli pondered for a few seconds, then said cautiously: "Buffy, it's okay? I want something with a lighter taste."

The veteran dessert connoisseur Wutiao was not happy immediately.

"Won't that lose the meaning of eating dessert?" He looked at the waiter and said forcefully, "Give her another cup of peach ice cream."

I thought in my heart, I am really a caring boyfriend, even if Qingli doesn't eat, I can eat two servings by myself, it won't be wasted at all.

Haruto could probably guess something from the other party's embarrassed expression: "......"

In fact, I realized that you really want to eat it.

Qingli, who didn't pierce her boyfriend's intentions, readily accepted his concern. Anyway, she didn't pay for it herself. It's hard to say who got into it in the end.

The waiter over there wrote it down and left quickly, leaving the two of them waiting in their seats.

Glancing around from the corner of the eye, I found that most of the people in the store were in pairs, and it was not very eye-catching for them to mix in, but Gojo Wu's appearance was obviously higher than the average level in the room, which attracted some passers-by to steal from their table. aim.

But the person being watched didn't care.

"This parfait has the highest reviews in the neighborhood. I've searched for it for a long time!"

Wujo Wujo said as if asking for credit, quickly browsing the menu in his hand, he had already thought about the taste of the next date.

"After all, I promised to treat you to a parfait. My lord, I always do what I say."

"Is that so? Wu really bothered."

Qingli propped her chin up, staring at her non-stop talking boyfriend with a half-smile, feeling very happy.

After a while, the waiter came slowly from the back kitchen with three cups of parfaits of different flavors and placed them on the table one by one.

Haruto stared at the two cups of desserts in front of her and was speechless for a moment, then moved the vanilla matcha parfait she chose to the front, picked up a spoon, scooped some cream sprinkled with matcha powder, and put it into her mouth.In an instant, the bitterness of matcha and the fragrance of cream melted in the mouth, and it was a little sweeter than expected.

But this is a dessert, so there is nothing wrong with making it taste like this. You can't really order bitter tea in a dessert shop.

At this time, another spoon appeared in the field of vision, trying to reach into his glass just around the corner.

Qingli raised her head, and saw Gojo Satoru holding his striped spoon and quickly digging away a piece along the wall of the cup, and then Ah Wu bit it down, the movement can be said to be smooth and flowing without any pause.

Gojo Satoru's face froze.

"Hey—it really hurts!"

He stuck out his tongue, with an ugly expression, and hurriedly took a few sips of the cream mixed with jam in his cup before his complexion eased a lot.

"It's too hard to swallow, how did you eat it, Xiao Qingli?"

Qingli raised her eyebrows, but she didn't expect that the sweetness, which was considered moderate to him, would be evaluated differently by Gojo Satoru.

He laughed and said: "Is it bitter? I think it's okay, who told Wu you to steal my share without authorization."

Saying that, Qingli pushed the peach-flavored cup to the other party's hand with sly eyes.

"You are only suitable for eating this."

Wujo Wujo, who felt underestimated but couldn't refute it, puffed up his cheeks angrily, his thin lips were pursed into a line, and without the sunglasses covering his face, those blue eyes widened suddenly, looking more harmless and pure.

But what was said broke this harmony.

"Xiao Qingli, you have become bad. You never said that about me before. Did you change your mind?"

Gojo Satoru's tone was faint, as if he was accusing a scumbag who loved the new and disliked the old.

Before he finished speaking, a spoonful of tea jelly wrapped in cream was suddenly stuffed into his mouth. The matcha powder on it was bitter and green, and it melted on the tip of his tongue, bringing an explosive feeling, which made Gojo Satoru's face crumpled. A ball, almost spit it out.But when he thought that he would lose face in front of Qingli, he had no choice but to hold back the impulse with tears in his eyes, and his whole body became depressed.

Seeing Gojo Satoru who was so bitter, Haruhi who had succeeded in his little trick couldn't help but smile, and the people on the other side laughed when they saw him so happy, even the matcha cream in his mouth didn't seem so bitter.

The white-haired boy was lazily spread out on the table for two in the store, holding his face in his hands and speaking with a smile, his voice was sweet and sweet as if he was acting like a spoiled child.

"Xiao Qingli, I really—— like what you said!"

Regarding this, Qingli just smiled and said nothing, her dark purple eyes stared deeply at the white-haired boy with a rippling smile in front of her.

He has heard such a confession full of true feelings and strong emotions in a specific environment many times. What is different is that Qing Li, who has always echoed and responded to love, did not do the same this time. Instead, he asked lightly after a long silence. other side.

"Wu, why do you like me?"

As soon as his question came out, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly quieted down. The girl sitting in the back of the sun bent her beautiful eyes, but her eyes were looking calmly and calmly.

Her voice was extremely soft and careless, and she sat upright on the chair like a cold, unmechanized beautiful puppet.

"There is no doubt that I like Wu very much, so why do you like me, Wu? To be honest, I don't have anything that can attract you."

Wujo Wu suddenly stopped his voice, his brows furrowed and then relaxed.

As if he heard some unimaginable question, he first looked at his boyfriend who is now a girl with surprised eyes, and then grabbed the other's hand with a serious expression.

"Qingli, if you don't have mirrors at home, I can give you a few more."

Wujo Wujo said: "How can you question my feelings for you? Whether it's a girl or a boy, as long as it's Haruno, I like it very much. That's great, my girlfriend has a super-looking body, and as a boyfriend I am so blessed."

Sensing the strange sights around him, he began to beat back indiscriminately again.

"It's all your fault for asking some strange questions. Everyone around has noticed it. I'll be angry next time."

Haruhi: "..."

He wanted to say something, but when he met those fiery eyes without any haze, Qing Li was dazed for a moment and then forgot his words.

He simply withdrew his gaze, suppressing all the emotions in his eyes.

Forget it.

Isn't that good?

There was a bright and bright smile on his mouth again, and a hand quietly climbed onto the back of his hand, clasping his fingers.

"I like Wu very much, so Wu must not leave me."

Otherwise, he himself doesn't know what he will do.

"Now? Well, um, I see, Mr. Ye Moth, you are very wordy, I promised to do it."

The person on the other end of the phone said something again, and seeing Gojo Satoru showing an irritable expression, he hung up the phone after a few perfunctory words.

"What's wrong? Is it a mission?" Qingli asked.

They had just come out of the dessert shop and were planning to watch a movie while it was still dark, when a call came from Gojo Satoru's cell phone before they started preparing.

Gojo Satoru put away his phone: "Yeah, it happens every time, there are unexpected tasks every now and then, it's annoying to death."

Qingli was thoughtful: "Because Wu is very strong, everyone relies on Wu's ability."

Hearing his compliment, Gojo Satoru was relieved of the annoyance of being interrupted on a date.

"Of course, I am the strongest."

Qingli couldn't help laughing.

After knowing the identity of Wujo Wu, he went to someone to inquire in detail about Yusanjia and Liuyan, and he also knew how difficult the responsibility Gojo Wu shouldered as a person who possessed both Six Eyes and unlimited spells.

But... as the person involved, Wujo Satoru, is he really willing to shoulder the burden that shouldn't belong to him?

No one has ever asked his opinion.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Wujo Wu wondered: "What's wrong with you?"

Qingli shook her head: "It's okay, so are you going to the mission site now?"

"Well, I promised Night Moth, so do you want to come with me?"

He readily agreed: "Okay, I can help if necessary."

"No, I can handle it by myself! Soon."

Just like what he said, the speed at which Wujo enlightened to remove the curse is unmatched by ordinary people.

As soon as they arrived at the place of exorcism, the two quickly determined the location of the curse. Gojo Satoru raised his hand and was about to use a spell to force the curse out, when Haruna patted his shoulder to signal him not to move.

Gojo Satoru cast doubtful eyes, Haruto smiled, and pointed to the top of his head to remind him.

"You forgot to pay the bill."

Gojo Satoru didn't take it seriously: "It doesn't matter if you let it go in the wilderness, because there are no people anyway."

"Let's put it down just in case."

After all, Qingli chanted the spell, and the black curtain slowly enveloped in the shape of an eggshell, enveloping the area.

"All right."

It was too late to say it, but the moment the tent was put in place, Wujo Wu pinched his fingers, and the roof of the building collapsed immediately, and all the tiles on the wall fell down like rotten ones.

"........."

Qingli was glad that she had set up the account in advance, otherwise they would have made headlines tomorrow because of this news.

Just at this moment, an inhuman roar came from under the ruins, and a group of curse spirits distorted like insects burst out of the ruined walls, and as soon as they emerged, the output of spell power from Gojo Wu came one after another. After two blows, it was torn apart, lifeless like mud.

"Woo hoo, it's done, I'll just say I'm fast!"

Wujo Satoru, who thought he was very successful in playing handsome, stretched out his fingers and made a victory gesture. After confirming that there were no other curses around, he and Qingli took a photo with the ruins of the building as a background, and took it to harm the classmates in the group and successfully harvested two Rolling words.

Gojo Satoru giggled and closed the phone.

"What shall we do next?" he asked.

Qingli thought for a while: "Would you like to continue watching the movie?"

"Isn't it a bit late? It's past five o'clock now. It's all because of the delay in this mission."

"Okay, don't be angry, then let's just walk around."

The little finger was gently hooked as if being comforted by someone, Gojo Wu was stunned for two seconds, and then instantly burst into joy.

He took the other's hand and asked.

"Where are you going?"

Feeling the temperature of the palm, Qingli feels inexplicably at ease.

He looked up at the perfect profile of the person beside him, lowered his eyes and answered in a low voice.

"anywhere is fine."