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

Q: What should I do if my cat licks me?

Answer: Of course I forgive it. What bad thoughts can a kitten have?It just likes you too much.

Haruto Saotome is now in a state of mind that I can't argue with a cat, and Gojo Satoru is the cat who won't change after repeated admonitions.

It feels like this person has become more and more exposed since yesterday's incident.

What worries him right now is that there is no way to cover these marks on his neck, one is because they are all on the side, and the hair is not long enough to cover them, and the other is because it is summer now, and it is impossible for him to wear a scarf.

It should be okay to push the pot to the mosquitoes, right?

Rubbing my chin for a second to make a decision, Qingli resolutely left the person who was still lying on the bed unwilling to move, and walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs with the idea that as long as I was righteous enough, no one would see that something was wrong.

The living room on the first floor was quiet and silent. When Qingli walked to the dining table, she saw a note from her mother and a neatly placed plate of sandwiches on top of it.

The general content of the note was that my mother and the aunt next door went shopping, and my father went fishing, and neither of them would come back at noon, so that I would heat up a sandwich when I woke up, and there were other foods in the refrigerator.

No wonder no one called me, because both of them were not at home.

That's good, otherwise Gojo Satoru flew in from the window in the middle of the night and squeezed a bed with him, which would be exposed.

He believed that his mother was very open, but once she found out about this kind of thing, it might go in a strange direction, so it was better not to tell her.

After sloppy washing, he returned to the second floor and knocked twice on the open bedroom door.

"Wu, would you like some food—what are you doing?"

Haruto looked at Gojo Satoru who was holding a pink dress in the room and gesticulating in front of the mirror with an indescribable expression. If he remembered correctly, it must be the clothes in his other closet.

Seeing that this man looked himself in the mirror, he turned sideways silently when he noticed Qingli appeared, and stretched out his skirt to look him up and down.

Gojo Satoru commented: "The size of this skirt is so small."

Nonsense, it's not for you to wear it.

Qingli hesitated to speak, took the clothes and hung them back in the closet: "If you are interested in women's clothing, just buy one yourself, and you don't have to bother with my clothes."

"Alas—that might not be my size."

"It's quite self-aware."

No, the point doesn't seem to be this, does it?

Qingli raised his forehead, forget it, it's better to stop the topic here.

So he turned back to the previous question: "Are you hungry, would you like something to eat?"

"Yes! Did Xiao Qingli make it herself?"

Qingli looked indifferent: "No, it's a sandwich made by my mother. At most, I'll make you a tamagoyaki later, that's all."

Gojo Satoru smacked his lips in disappointment, and compromised: "What a simple breakfast, okay, I want the extra sweet version."

Also started to order food.

Qingli cast a look helplessly, signaling for people to stop ink stains and go downstairs quickly, and then she also left to go to the kitchen on the first floor.

He put on his apron and heard the footsteps outside the kitchen leading to the bathroom, so he raised his voice and said, "I brought you a new toothbrush on the sink, and I can use mine for the rest."

"Which one is your cup?" Gojo Satoru also shouted in the bathroom.

"The ceramic cup with the dog's paw printed on it, the one in the most conspicuous position."

"Oh, I found it."

Then there was a series of rushing sounds of water.

Haruto was finally able to deal with this meal without worrying whether it should be breakfast or lunch. He first heated the sandwich in the microwave, and then picked up a square pan to make the sweet tamagoyaki that he promised Gojo Satoru.

He added some sugar to the beaten egg liquid, and after thinking for a few seconds, he added some more. Just as he was about to stir the sugar to mix evenly, he saw a hand stretched out from the side and picked up the jar of white sugar naturally. Apart from anything else, it poured a third of it inside, and Qingli didn't realize it for a while with that flowing posture, until he saw the layer of white sugar on the egg liquid that was enough to be regarded as a lethal dose, and he turned back in a trance. God, quickly stop the other party's behavior.

"What are you doing?"

Qingli's face was full of astonishment, did this person want to poison herself to death?

"I think you put a little less, it's not sweet enough."

Gojo Satoru seemed to feel that it wasn't enough, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with his actions.

"But this is too much. Are you so horrified when you eat candy? Are you afraid of any problems?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm the strongest anyway."

""

Okay, you are the strongest and you are justified.

Qingli had no choice but to let him eat sugar like a meal, and reluctantly stirred the sprinkled sugar into the egg mixture.

After 10 minutes, the finished jade seeds are fired out of the pot, and you can smell the sweet and greasy smell just by going there, which is daunting.

Haruto cut it up and brought it to Gojo Satoru: "Here, your lethal luxurious Tamagoyaki set meal."

The latter tasted a piece with chopsticks, and said with satisfaction: "The sweetness is just right, very good."

Haruhi: ""

Qingli smiled: "As long as you like it."

The two filled their stomachs quickly, Qingli put the tableware into the sink to wash, and asked, "When are you going back? Don't you have any tasks today?"

"Probably? I don't know." Gojo Satoru spread his hands, dismissively, "Anyway, my phone is broken, and I can't be contacted if there are tasks, so don't worry about that."

As he spoke, he curled his lips in displeasure: "Qingli, why are you always trying to drive me away? Are you going to treat me so ruthlessly just because of what happened to me last night?"

Scratching——Qingli's hands were heavy, and the brush made a sharp scratching sound on the porcelain plate, which was extremely ear-piercing.

When the noise subsided, he took a deep breath: "You are overthinking, because I have to go to school in the afternoon, and there is no one at home."

"Isn't today the weekend?"

"There are also teachers and students coming in and out on weekends. It's just that there is no class. I have to hand in the mission report and get back the magic tools."

Gojo Wujo said, "So that's the case—then I'm going too."

Qingli stopped what she was doing, stared at someone lying on the sofa outside the kitchen for a moment, then turned her head silently.

After thinking about it, he agreed: "It's okay, the school is not strictly controlled on weekends, just go in with me when the time comes."

After tidying up, Haruhi changed into a base layer with a higher neckline, and at the same time, she found a coat for Gojo Satoru that could be worn outside. It was the loosest one in her closet, and it was enough to cover the 1.9-meter body. .

Even before he left, Gojo Satoru took his baseball cap hanging on the shelf. This level of proficiency in stealing sheep really doesn't treat himself as an outsider at all.

At this moment, the other party was wearing a gray-blue denim jacket and a beige baseball cap. He was standing by the wall with his eyes open, not knowing what he was thinking. Aware of that handsome face.

Well, it's better not to expose this face casually to others.

"Enlightenment." Qingli shouted, pointing to the iron gate of the school behind her, "I told the guard, let's go in together."

Gojo Satoru withdrew his gaze, walked to him with his pockets on, and followed him into the Fujishiki campus.

Even though it was the weekend, the campus was extremely lively. Students coming and going on the playground and the boulevard seemed to be making arrangements and preparations in advance.

It was only then that Qingli remembered that the school festival was coming soon, and even on weekends, students who were mainly in charge of the club would often come to the school to plan the venue for activities, and there were also rehearsals for some procedures.

"What's going on over there?"

Gojo Goji touched his arm, and asked curiously, without even looking, Haruto could guess that he was asking the students who were building a shed on the playground over there.

"They are preparing for the school festival. How can you say that this is an important day in the school that is as famous as the sports meeting."

From this point of view, maybe Xiaomei is still in school now?Let's take a look at the club building later.

"Then will you participate too?" Gojo Satoru asked.

"Yes, because there are very few people in our club, so I must participate."

"Sounds interesting." He thought about it, but didn't say anything more.

Qingli led people to the teacher's office floor. Before entering the door, he said to Wujo: "You wait for me outside first, I will come out soon."

Seeing that the other party made an ok gesture, Qingli left him where he was without worry, knocked on the office door and walked in.

There are only a few teachers sitting in the office, it is probably a shift system, or there are other things to be busy so I am not here, Haruto took out the written task report from the backpack and walked to Butterfly Kanae who was sitting on the seat and sorting out the materials In front of him, he put things on the table.

"Teacher, I'm here to hand in the task report."

Seeing someone coming, Butterfly Kanae stopped what she was doing and said with a smile: "It's Haruza, thank you for making a special trip today. For the magic tools, you can go to "Yin" to get them later, but For some reason, one of them was kept in Fujishiki and couldn't be returned to you. "

The "hidden" she mentioned is a logistics department in Fujiji, whose main job is to monitor the magic spirits, and secondly to help the magicians of Fujiji do some aftermath handling work, such as the storage and forging of magic tools, etc., responsible for There are many aspects, and those crows used for monitoring are raised by hidden personnel.

Moreover, because of his own technique, he has dealt with Yin a lot, so he is an old acquaintance.

Qingli quickly realized which one she was referring to: "Is that the Hoko?"

"That's right, according to Yin's registration and screening, the two magic tools are "Tiannihoko" and "Wanli Chain", and they are both special grades. Compared with the latter, the former's ability is enough to target almost all conjurers. It is easy to be coveted by those who want to.For the safety of you and your family, we decided to keep it inside, and you can report it if you need it. "

As for the power of the Hoko, Haruhito was naturally aware of it. After all, it was a magic tool that could harm Gojo Satoru. He understood the school's plan very well, and he was already mentally prepared.

It's just that compared to those, he cared more about the name of the magic tool: "Tiannihoko? Is it the Tennihoko that Sakamoto Ryoma pulled out?"

Kanae nodded: "Yes, that's the one, somehow it appeared here, it should have been recycled."

"That's it." After receiving an affirmative reply, Haruto thought for a while and then clapped her hands, eager to try, "Then can I use this to summon Sakamoto Ryoma, is this a holy relic?"

Kanae: ""

The smile on Kanae's face deepened: "Haruto, stop playing with words."