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

Worrying is nothing but worrying, but Qingli also knows that these two people will not really fight, after all, they are still in other people's territory, so they can't be too presumptuous.

So the most important thing right now is to go back quickly, in case the other party messes up again without his knowledge.

As soon as he stepped on the stone road in the mountain, he saw a figure standing on a high place facing the two of them from a distance, his face could not be seen clearly under the shadow of the backlight, but Haruto knew at a glance that it was Gojo Satoru.

Maybe it's because of the white hair that can't be concealed even in the shadowy mountain forest, or maybe it's because no one is too busy to panic and stand on the mountainside at this time, all in all, Qingli is sure that it is five Wu himself.

He quickened his pace, almost striding across the stone ladder in a running posture, and Kusakabe Atsushi, who was walking in front, was also caught off guard by his sudden acceleration, and followed closely in a daze.

At the same time, he also noticed the figure standing above the stone ladder looking down on the two of them. At first, he didn't pay attention to it until he got closer and closer, and Kusakabe Atsuya was suddenly dumbfounded when he saw the figure of the man clearly.

——Who will tell him why the great Buddha Gojo Wu appears here? ?

Still a posture of waiting for someone, who is this waiting for?

Before he could think about it, he saw his newly acquainted friend walking straight to Gojo Satoru, stopped and chatted with him familiarly.

"How did you get out?"

"Of course you are too slow, Xiaoqing."

Kusakabe Atsuya: ...? ? ?

what happened?

At that moment, Kusakabe Atsuya quickly recounted what he had said during this period of time in his mind, and desperately found that there were really one or two words that complained about Gojo Satoru, and it was in front of Haruzato.

Judging from their relationship, he was very worried that he would be settled by Wujo Wuqiu.

It is rumored that Liu Yanzi of the Wutiao family has a perverse personality and is defiant. He is the person he least wants and does not want to meet.

Having experienced a battle between heaven and man in his heart, Kusakabe Atsuya leaned forward with a strong desire for survival, pretending to be calm and tentatively opening his mouth.

"Then... I'll go ahead, Saotome-kun?"

After finishing speaking, he handed the paper bag in his hand to Qingli, who took it calmly and thanked him politely.

"Thank you Kusakabe-kun, you go first."

Seeing that the other party's attitude has not changed, Kusakabe Atsuya's hanging heart finally fell to the ground, thinking that this person would not sell himself backhandedly, so he turned around as if he had been amnesty, and slipped away as if he had oiled the soles of his feet.

Don't stay here for long.

He didn't want anything to do with Gojo Satoru.

Watching his back as he fled for his life, Qingli raised her eyebrows a little funny, and silently looked away.

Gojo Satoru glanced at it, and asked casually, "Who? From the Kyoto school?"

Qingli hummed: "I just met today, I want to go to the commercial street, and he specially showed me the way."

"I'm also familiar with the road here. I'll just go with you. Do you need other people?"

"Who knows when you will arrive, isn't it just a coincidence for me." He stuffed the bag that he couldn't hold into Gojo Satoru's hand very naturally, and he didn't forget to add, "This sickle cake is delicious, try it taste."

Gojo Satoru, who was successfully diverted from the subject, took out another piece of sickle cake, took a bite dubiously, and opened his eyes in surprise when he tasted the sweet red bean filling inside.

"It's true, it's not bad."

Looking at his contented expression while eating, Haruhi felt inexplicably happy.

He turned sideways and pointed in the direction of the gate.

"Let's go in too, don't stand outside."

"Yeah, okay."

.........

After dinner, Butterfly Ninja went over the battle plan with everyone again. The four of them found an open space to warm up and trained for nearly two hours under the bright street lights before going back to their respective dormitories to rest and recharge for tomorrow's exchange meeting. sharp.

The room arranged by the Kyoto High School had a private bathroom. Qingli took a hot bath, wiped her hair with a towel, walked to the bed, and threw herself into the futon.

He habitually took out his mobile phone, and a message was sent while he was taking a shower. At this point, he knew who it was without looking.

Satoru: Are you asleep?

...This is the beginning again, I always feel that something is not good.

After struggling for a moment, Qingli still didn't choose not to read it anymore, and typed it back very honestly.

Haruri: No, just took a shower, what's wrong?

Satoru: Let's chat.

He glanced at the time in the upper right corner of the screen, well, it was almost ten o'clock, and the biological clock in his brain had already started urging him to sleep.

Haruri: ...It's getting late, there is an exchange meeting tomorrow.

Satoru: But I can't sleep.

Haruhi: "..."

Are you harassing me when I can't sleep?

Qingli was amused, and secretly thought that this person really found work for others when he was bored, and he didn't know how to cure insomnia.

Haruri: What can I do if you can't sleep?Sing you a lullaby?

His original intention was to tease the other party about how he was like a child who couldn't sleep and had to report to others. Unexpectedly, Gojo Satoru himself was not a person who played cards according to common sense.

Satoru: Huh?Do you want to sing to me?It's not impossible.

Haruhi: "..."

He wanted to reply that he didn't mean it that way. He just finished typing and was about to send it, when another new message popped up in time.

Satoru: Open the door, I'm outside.

Haruhi:? ? ?

Are you acting so fast?This is too fast, and he hasn't said anything yet?

Does this process take 2 minutes?

Qingli's expression was blank for two seconds, she gasped at the screen, got up and resigned herself to the door, and turned the doorknob with an inexplicably heavy heart.

As soon as he got out of the way, one hand quickly pawed at the door, as if he thought his movements were too slow, and actively pushed the door open. The next moment, Gojo Satoru poked his furry head in, looked left and right at the furnishings in the room. It landed on Qingli who was a little dazed.

Qingli was frightened by his operation, a hand suddenly came in in the middle of the night, it was like hitting the scene of the supernatural horror movie directly, if he didn't know that the person outside was Gojo Satoru, he would have punched him hard.

Qingli complained: "What are you in such a hurry for, I can't let you in?"

But to be honest, he really didn't want Wutiao Wu to come in, so he was actually a little guilty when he said this.

Seeing that Gojo Wu's face remained unchanged, he said nonsense in a serious manner: "I'm afraid of the dark."

"........."

Hearing this nonsense excuse, Qingli suddenly felt very bad. He glanced at the brightly lit corridor outside the door, wanted to say something but held back.

However, it was his bed that suffered in the end, which was why Qingli didn't want her to come in. She insisted on squeezing in with him when she had a bed and didn't sleep. Does this person suffer from skin hunger?

The bed provided in the dormitory is the kind that sleeps wide for one person and narrow for two people, not to mention that both of them are teenagers who are growing up, and neither of them is small. I have the urge to jump out of the window, but I only hope that when I wake up tomorrow, the tragedy of the bed being crushed will not happen.

Otherwise, it would be really embarrassing, Ninja-senpai would kill him.

Qingli sat leaning against the head of the bed, while Gojo Goku bent his knees and lay beside him, occupying his quilt domineeringly, acting like a robber.

"Do you really want to hear it? Disclaimer that I'm tone deaf."

I seldom open my voice, and the last time I sang was the chorus in the vocal music class. Although Mr. Xiang Kai never criticized his vocal music level, he didn't praise him either.

In short... quite satisfactory, only to the extent of standard pronunciation.

"Hey—singing, singing, don't you have the heart to watch Xiao Wu and me suffer from insomnia?"

Gojo Satoru held his face and eagerly looked over, deliberately urging him in that very JK tone.

Facing such a boyfriend who pretends to be sweet, Qingli... Qingli said that she couldn't refuse, even though he knew well that the other party just wanted to listen.

"All right......"

He compromised, facing the expectant eyes of the people around him, he hesitated for a moment, and then slowly spit out a soothing and soft tone, but before he sang a few lines, he was interrupted by Gojo Wu.

"Wait a minute." Wujo Satoru was stunned, "Is there something wrong with the lyrics, is it really a lullaby?"

Hearing this, Qingli fell into a short silence, and said in a low voice: "I know this version, you can figure it out, and isn't this a folk song in your capital, you haven't heard it?"

"Who would listen to such a sad lullaby?"

Even though I haven't heard lullabies a few times, I know that the normal lullabies to lull children to sleep will never be such a gloomy style.

"At least the arrangement is still very good. If you don't listen to it, I'll fall asleep if you don't."

"Listen."

As if he was afraid that he would go back on his word, Gojo Satoru hurriedly responded, and finally calmed down and didn't make a sound.

The melody was melodious, and the melancholy taste could be discerned by careful reading. Qingli sang it over and over again, and unconsciously patted the quilt wrapped around Gojo Satoru, as if she was really coaxing a baby to sleep.

The effect of the lullaby was also immediate, as the client sang himself to sleep, and leaned on the head of the bed in a strange posture with his face propped up on one hand, like a sculpture of a meditator twisted to his waist.

Still maintaining a sober Gojo Satoru: "......"

Seeing this difficult movement, Gojo Satoru has no doubt that this person will fast-forward to sleeping standing up in the next step.

"It's too much. I, an insomniac, am not sleepy yet, but you fell asleep on your own."

He pouted in dissatisfaction, got out of bed, picked up the person with an awkward sleeping position and put him back on the bed without any complaints, then covered the quilt thoughtfully and turned off the light.

During the whole process, Qingli didn't show any sign of waking up, nor did she respond. The sound of breathing was regular and long, which seemed to be a deep sleep.

Looking at this scene, Wujo Wu crossed his waist and kept mumbling: "You are the first person who is lucky enough to be served by my lord, so you can hide under the covers and have fun secretly."

No one answered.

Gojo Satoru scratched his hair feeling bored, fell silent and stood quietly by the side of the bed, his eyes fixed on the sleeping face of the person on the bed, speechless for a long time.

Suddenly, he sat cross-legged on the spot, leaned over the bedside, stretched out his hand and fiddled with the other person's hair hanging on the side of the pillow.

Moonlight poured in from the window lattice, and sprinkled gently on the young man's body, as if covered with a light and hazy veil.

In the quiet darkness, someone silently lowered their eyes, and held another person's exposed hand in a blink of an eye.

The warmth in the palm of your hand gives you an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.

so boring.

When will Sunny wake up.

Thinking of this, he gently pressed his face against the back of the opponent's hand, and slowly closed his eyes.

If only the sky would light up sooner.