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

Qingli's original intention was - come here, what are you doing in a daze, come and help me with my homework!

There are two days left in the holiday, and I can't rush my butt like this!

However, the person on the other side obviously misunderstood, and his brain circuit was not on the same line at all.

Gojo Satoru sat up straight, scratched his chin subtly, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Indeed, just looking at it like this is too wasteful."

Haruhi:?

Before he could figure out the meaning of this sentence, he felt that the man's fingertips brushed over his earlobe like a dragonfly on water, and grabbed his jaw, and his whole body suddenly leaned towards him.

Qingli was startled, subconsciously leaned back, and her arm hit the ground beside her due to the unstable center of gravity, making a muffled bang.

He blocked Wujo Wujo's face stretched in front of him with his backhand.

"what are you doing?"

"Kiss."

Because his mouth was covered, Gojo Satoru's words were indistinct, but he could still vaguely hear what he wanted to express.

Qingli let go of her hand, but was wrapped around her waist tightly by this man. The weight of the two bodies supported by her arms almost made him yell out, but the emotion in his heart when he saw this terribly handsome face was gone. Suddenly disappeared.

"Didn't you mean you wanted to kiss me?"

The sunglasses slipped to the middle of the bridge of the nose, revealing the blue eyes behind them. These eyes were full of innocence and confusion, as if they didn't feel that there was anything wrong with their behavior, and they were still slightly dissatisfied with Haruhi's rejection. Happy.

No one can lose their temper under the gaze of such eyes.

At least Haruza thought she couldn't.

He pinched the bridge of his nose in a big way: "Be normal, I want you to help me with my homework, of course you can refuse me."

Nor was he really imminent enough to count on others.

Unexpectedly, Gojo Satoru hummed unresponsively, still in that natural tone.

"I see, so, no kissing?"

Haruhi: "..."

Haruhi couldn't remember what happened afterwards, but when she realized it again, her back was pressed against the edge of the table, and Gojo Satoru's lips pressed against it forcefully, with an undeniable meaning, the two breathed very close So close, Haruhito could even count each other's distinct eyelashes.

It's dense and long, is it really a boy?

When he was distracted, something moist and soft licked his lips, then squeezed in along the cracks of his lips, pried open his teeth, and weakly hooked the tip of his tongue.

She is not proficient in kissing skills, which can be said to be green, so that Qing Li's brain, which has been tortured by science, starts to lack oxygen, and she is dizzy and unable to turn, so she can only bear everything passively.

The hand holding the skirt in front of him tightened unconsciously, he thought a little self-destructively, forget it, it doesn't matter who started it first, anyway, it wasn't him.

Kiss, let's kiss, it seems that people are anxious, and I don't know why the other party is so keen on kissing... Although there is nothing wrong with their relationship.

and many more.

Qingli suddenly realized something.

Thinking about it this way, it's me who is clearly a lover but doesn't have much intimate contact, so it turns out that I am the one who has the problem? !

Before he was completely out of breath, Gojo Satoru finally let go of him, and Qingli, who was able to breathe fresh air, blinked in a trance, his chest rose and fell with the sound of panting, his heartbeat like a drum echoed in his ears, For a while, I didn't know where it came from.

How should I put it, it feels...not bad.

It's just a bit of a waste of time.

Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, had flushed cheeks and shortness of breath at the moment, with his hands resting on the tabletops on both sides, his eyes were astonishingly bright when he leaned over, and there was a strange sense of excitement that could not be described.

He lowered his head, without the shade of the obstructing sunglasses, the sly smile in his eyes became more obvious, and he still said something very disruptive to the atmosphere.

"Xiao Qingli, her lung capacity is so bad... No, should I say that her kissing skills are bad? She can't breathe through her nose."

"........."

With an indifferent face, Qingli raised her hand against Gojo Gojo's chest and skirt, which was crumpled by herself, and propped herself up on her elbows to push him away silently.

"Get off me, you are so heavy."

"No, let's kiss again." Gojo Gorei refused to move, and wrapped him in his arms like a coquettish big cat, "Shouldn't you be honored by the strongest Gojo-sama to teach himself?"

"...Thank you, I don't think I need to."

"Really ruthless."

Gojo Goku curled his lips, then laughed again: "How about this, just give me a kiss and I'll make you get up."

Why are you still bargaining.

The unsightly posture of them is unimaginable if they are seen by others.

However, the presence of the scorching and anticipating gaze was too strong, and Haruto felt a bit inexplicably in a dilemma, but as soon as he looked at Gojo Satoru's clear blue eyes, he would unconsciously accommodate the other party as if bewildered, as if he had lost his mind. in principle.

It's the same this time.

Qingli sighed helplessly, first stretched out her hand and rubbed Gogo's wildly curled white hair a few times, stroked the opponent's back with one hand, and pressed the other hand on the back of the head to force him to lower his head slightly, raised his face in Gogo's half-closed A kiss was pressed softly and reverently on the eyelid.

Immediately afterwards, Haruto staggered her head and spoke softly in his ear.

"Wu, be obedient, let me get up."

Feeling the stiffness of the back under his hands, although Gojo Satoru's face cannot be seen from this angle, he can roughly guess what this person's expression is through the quickly stained crimson ears.

Too bad, and a little too cute.

Obviously, he still looked like a rascal before, is this the so-called contrast?

Feeling that the person on him didn't respond for a long time, Haruto patted Gojo Satoru on the back for no reason at the same time and called repeatedly.

"Wu, Wu? Are you okay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt the hands on his waist tightened a bit. The white-haired boy hugged him with red ears, and the shredded hair that fell on his shoulders felt a little itchy on his neck.

Gojo Satoru's voice sounded muffled and a little hoarse, but he was unequivocal when he said shocking words.

"Qingli, let's get married, after graduation, um, that's the decision."

Haruhi: "..."

......Does the use of too much six eyes burn out the brain?

"Aren't you going out? It's so boring to stay here."

Gojo Gojo, who had put on his sunglasses again, spread out boredly on the table, typing on the keyboard of his mobile phone indiscriminately, staring at Haruhi who lowered his head and did his homework, and didn't hear anything outside the window, always trying to divert his attention with evil intentions force.

Qingli didn't even raise her head, and answered him lightly: "I have to do my homework, Wu can go back first if he has nothing to do."

"Hey - is this driving me away? It's too much, won't you be responsible after taking away my first kiss?"

"........."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Gojo Goku spoke to himself.

"Why didn't you talk? I guessed it right."

"Won't your heart hurt if you leave a handsome guy like me alone?"

"It's the same for homework and writing tomorrow. It's hard to rain today."

Originally, Qingli wanted to pretend that she couldn't hear it, but she couldn't bear the people around her meowing like a clingy cat, and the magic sound was comparable to the noisy cicadas outside the house.

Really couldn't stand him anymore, so Haruto had no choice but to give him a little talk as Gojo Satoru wished.

"Since you know it's raining, why do you insist on going out? Are you the type of person who likes rainy days?"

His interference plan was very effective, Gojo Satoru successfully raised a big smiling face.

"Because walking in the rain feels great! Don't you want to try it?"

"You'll get your clothes wet."

"No, there is no lower limit."

Thinking of something, he suddenly realized, and said firmly.

"I see, Qingli, do you...do you hate rainy days?"

"........."

Haruto stopped writing and didn't respond right away, she just lowered her head and scratched her hair in distress, and at eye level with Gojo Satoru at a strange but same angle.

He folded his arms and tilted his head against the table, with a serious expression on his face.

"Not at all, it's just that I seldom go out if necessary in this kind of weather."

After finishing speaking, he found a perfunctory reason for his own words: "It will be very troublesome."

"So it's still annoying."

Gojo Satoru didn't believe his rhetoric that it was easy to break. If you hate it, you hate it, and if you like it, you like it. There is no compromise.

Well, Qingli shrugged, this set of rhetoric is hard for him to believe even himself, let alone fooling others.

Sunny didn't explain too much about it.

"However, if you are with Satoru..." His voice paused and his tone changed, "—maybe it won't be so bad?"

Afterwards, Qingli noticed that the smile of the opposite person widened a bit.

Seeing the other party stretch out his hand in his direction, he said excitedly: "Then what are you waiting for, let's go!"

Facts have proved that Gojo Satoru is a man of action, and the moment Haruhi agreed, he took his hand and flew out from the wall of the courtyard.

That's right, flew out.

It was different from taking Xia Youjie's magic car in the past. This time, he was standing in the air, with only Wujo Wu as the fulcrum to rely on, which almost made him suffer from acrophobia on the spot. , it is hard not to suspect that this person did it on purpose.

The barrier without a lower limit extends along the overlapping palms of the two, quickly enveloping Haruhi, and when the raindrops fall, they will only hit the invisible compartment first before touching, and then bounce off.

Very... novel experience.

They hovered tens of meters above the ground, overlooking the flow of people and vehicles below. At this moment, Qingli only felt that human beings were so small, crawling forward on the road like ants.

Is this the world in the eyes of "Wujo Satoru"?

"Are you shocked? Come on, don't stand still, let's move forward, we are going forward."

Gojo Satoru's brisk voice rang in his ears, leading him to stretch out his feet and move forward. At first, Qingli was a little cautious, but after walking a few steps, he realized that nothing happened, so he became relieved and bold. He could hardly contain the expression on his face.

"You know what this reminds me of?"

"What do you remember?"

"I think of the part in the movie where Hal walks in the air."

Wujo Wulue knew who he was talking about after thinking about it, so he also said with a smile: "Then are you Sophie?"

Hearing this, Qingli glanced at him inexplicably, then retracted her gaze, lowering her eyes to hide the emotion in her eyes.

His voice was very soft, barely audible.

"Well... who knows."

.........

They wandered outside for a long time, mainly because Haruto Saotome was in high spirits, and Satoru Gojo was also playful, so he took him around half of Tokyo to have fun.

Qingli breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the sky where the bright sky was faintly visible, and the depression that was pressing on her heart was swept away.

"How is it? Isn't it super cool!"

Haruto nodded honestly, and made a slight arc at Gojo Satoru.

"If it can be like this every time, I think, I will probably look forward to the next rainy day."

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru opened his eyes slightly, and then gave him another hug with a smile.

The two said goodbye at the entrance of the dojo, and Qingli walked into the corridor with ease. After just walking around, the living room was full of turmoil, and the noise sounded very lively.

It should be Brother Ranma and the others.

Qingli originally wanted to say hello to the people in the living room, signaling that she was back, and then return to the bedroom with the unfinished homework to continue writing.

But when he saw the situation in the living room, he froze on the spot, and the words he was about to say were stuck in his mouth, he couldn't get up or down.

Qingli looked at the test papers and workbooks that were stacked by herself before leaving the living room, but now they were scattered all over the floor. She also looked at the panda uncle who was fighting with his son, and turned his gaze down to the paws. Torn pieces of paper trembling and hooked.

That... seems to be my own math test paper.

There was an awkward atmosphere in the air.

Two days later, Fujishiki Middle School started reporting.

Qingli stood in the office with a sincere face: "Mr. Bushichuan, you might not believe me, my test paper was torn up by the panda."

After saying that, he put on a heartbroken look, but no matter how you hear these words, it is incredible.

Undead Kawa Miniya thought the same way, and he thought this was probably the most nonsensical excuse he had ever heard in his life for not handing in homework.

"Teacher, I really didn't lie."

As if afraid that he would not believe her, Qingli even took out her mobile phone to find the photos of the accident scene.

There are three people in the photo, no, it’s two people and a panda to be precise—the panda is sitting in the wooden corridor, holding the torn test paper in his hand, and squatting next to a boy suspected to be Qingli’s family, All smiling awkwardly towards the camera.

The person involved was on the other side of the screen, with a big face on the screen with an undisguised smile, taking them all in from a selfie angle.

Look how happy he is smiling.

Undead Chuan Shiya: "..."

Immortal Chuan Mimi's face was ferocious, and the veins popped up on his forehead.

"You brat!! Write it again for me!!!"