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

"Are you really here?"

Qingli quietly looked at Gojo Satoru, who was leaning on the door frame with one hand and smiling, and ran over just after eating, so he was quite self-conscious.

Gojo Satoru's expression remained unchanged, and his brisk tone remained: "So indifferent, do you not welcome me? This is the compensation I deserve."

He took a step forward and crossed the threshold, and calmly climbed onto the only bed in the house, with his hands behind his head, as if he used this place as a second dormitory, without any hesitation.

"Do you know what's going on in the Kyoto campus?" Gojo Satoru went on and on as soon as he lay down, "It said that the kid from the Buddhist monastery and I were jealous of a woman and then fought, and even compared me to that guy, my My reputation has been seriously damaged, shouldn't Haruhi do something to comfort me?"

Hearing this, Qingli raised her eyebrows and looked at him steadily for a while, but she smiled and said nothing, then turned around and closed the open door.

"So how do you want me to comfort you?" He said unhurriedly, "Did I say that Wu can do whatever he wants, there is no need to beat around the bush."

It's nothing more than struggling and entanglement, and they will eventually compromise, without exception.

I have never been able to do anything about this person.

"Whatever I want to do?"

"That's right, no matter what you want to do, look, didn't I let you in too?"

If he refuses, he will not let Wujo Wu in. Of course, whether the other party is willing to accept it is another matter.

Qingli thought in his heart that since the two of them would not be able to see each other every day after the exchange meeting, he was willing to submit to Gojo Satoru's little willfulness, but obviously, this person didn't seem to be satisfied with these.

"It's still early for bedtime, are you here planning to sit until night?"

Gojo Wu sniffled, and said calmly: "Jie Jie went away at night, Nitro and the girls in the third grade are partying, and I'm bored staying in my room, so I might as well come here early."

"Okay." Qingli shrugged, "Then you can lie down. If you are bored, there is a game console on the bedside table. I still have some homework to do here."

"Homework again? Why do teachers in your school always assign homework?"

"Isn't it normal to have homework on weekends?" The pencil in her hand unconsciously twirled around her fingertips, Qingli tilted her head and thought for a while, "After all, I am studying Pugao, and the high school of conjuration focuses on Should it be the teaching of mantra?"

"I'll finish writing soon, Wu, don't disturb me."

After all, he reminded him, walked to the table and sat down to continue writing unfinished exercises.

That being said, it is impossible for Gojo Satoru to wait honestly.

The few cassettes of the game console were not his preferred type. He found a random business game to play for a while and felt a little bored. Gojo Satoru lay on his back on the bed and observed the surrounding things upside down.

He silently stared at Qingli's face concentrating on solving the problem, and felt itchy when he saw the hair that was hanging down his temples from time to time being lifted up and pinned behind the ear by the other party. Gojo Goku blinked thoughtfully. eyes, and then complained one after another to himself, calling out in a deliberately protracted tone as if looking for a sense of existence.

"It's so boring—so boring, Qingli, when will you finish writing, Xiaowu is so boring that he is about to die."

While speaking, he raised the game console in his hand and fiddled with the buttons: "I don't like the game either. It's no wonder that the manipulation games you play every day are so bad."

The people at the table turned a deaf ear to this.

Wujou pouted his mouth when he didn't get a response, thinking of the previous conversation, he remained silent for a few seconds before speaking again.

"Qingli, I want to kiss."

He put down the game console and turned over, held his face and looked over with sparkling eyes, and said in an extremely sweet tone: "Come to kiss, the one in the morning doesn't count, and you still owe me a kiss today."

— that looks like a cat that would harass you for attention while you were at work.

Thinking so in Qingli's heart, she couldn't help but glanced at it quietly, and was immediately shaken by that pretty face, and it took a long time to recover.

This face is really new and often seen, and it can be firmly in the middle of his strike zone every time, not to mention that the opponent has a very clear understanding of his own appearance, and the lethality shown is not ordinary.

For a moment, Qingli couldn't help gasping, pursed her lips and silently turned her face away, looked at the exercise book with the last big question left, and her heart turned a thousand times.

After thinking for a moment, he still gave up on the calculation of the last question, threw the exercise book away, and jumped on it with enthusiasm.

Alas, who can resist the temptation of a beautiful cat constantly acting like a spoiled child?

Anyway, he couldn't stand it.

It's the same if I write homework tomorrow, Haruna easily changed her principles.

Compared with the first time, which was considered a young kissing technique, this time he was obviously more proficient.

The strength at the back of the neck was strong and restrained, and at the same time, the long hair at the back of the head was grabbed into the palm of his hand, and he could even feel the wonderful touch of the warm fingertips piercing through the hair, which made Haruto secretly feel that this is How much he likes to play with his hair, no matter how connected the kiss is, he still wants to drag him and refuse to let go.

During the gasp, the two looked at each other silently, and Qingli's hand involuntarily caressed Gojo Satoru's slightly hot face. While feeling the softness of the skin under the hand, he carelessly touched the red earlobe with his fingers, successfully The latter had a blank look in his eyes, as if he didn't understand what he was doing.

The blue eyes that looked like bright crystals were pure and innocent, and even the dazed expression was so cute, Qingli chuckled lightly in a good mood, leaned over and stuck it up again.

Outside the window, the birds chirped and chirped, and it was quiet.

Inside the house, the sound of the rubbing of clothes and the sound of tsk-tsk water was especially clear in a quiet environment, and it took some time before it gradually subsided.

Gojo Satoru buried his head by the neck of the man in his arms, kept muttering to do it again, Haruto patted him on the back to signal him to speak slowly, then heard a few knocks on the door, I don't know who came to visit unexpectedly at night.

After struggling for a long time, Qingli was finally able to get out of bed and go to the entrance to open the door, making the person at the door wait for a long time, and going back later.

"Xuan Mi-jun? Why are you here at this time?"

Looking at Undead Chuan Xuanya standing outside the door in surprise, he suddenly realized when he noticed the notebook in his hand.

"Ah, you're here to deliver the notes, right? Xuan Mi-kun is amazing to use up so quickly."

As the younger brother of the math teacher Fushikawa Minya, Fushikawa Genya's math level is not bad, and he started to preview the knowledge of the second grade early, so he borrowed the math notes from himself some time ago, but he returned them in just a few days. back.

Immortal Chuan Xuanmin nodded hesitantly: "Well... yes, thank you senior for your notes."

Carefully observing the image of the visitor at this moment, the other person's hair is scattered and casually draped around his neck, his eyes are covered with a hazy layer of mist, his clothes are also wrinkled and not smoothed, the whole person seems to be still awake, he can't help but feel strangeness.

"Are you going to sleep, senior? I waited outside for a long time and no one opened the door. I thought you had already rested."

"Well... something was delayed just now."

Qingli answered vaguely, took the notes he handed over, raised her eyes and asked, "Is there anything you don't understand? Although you can go back and ask Mr. Undead Chuan, if I know something, I can tell you now." .”

Immortal Chuan Xuanmi quickly waved his hand: "No, no, the notes are very clear and easy to understand."

"Well, that's fine."

Qingli nodded in response, and was about to tell her junior to go back if she had nothing else to do, when she saw his expression suddenly change, his gaze fell directly behind her, as if he saw something frightening.

Before Qingli could think about it, another warm body came up behind her unexpectedly. The next moment, her waist tightened, and a hairy head was pressed against her neck, showing the posture of being hugged from behind.

"Qingli, haven't we finished talking yet? I can't wait."

Gojo Satoru didn't shy away from whispering to him in front of other people, his deliberately low voice was trying to cover up for the three people who were only within one meter.

You don't need to look back to know what's going on right now, Haruhi felt helpless in her heart, but on the surface she calmly showed an apologetic smile to Undead Chuan Xuanya.

"Sorry, I still have some things to deal with here. If Xuan Mi-kun has other questions, can we talk tomorrow?"

"Oh? Okay... okay! Sorry for disturbing the senior!"

Immortal Chuan Xuanya was blushed by the intimate atmosphere, and didn't know where to look, so he bowed deeply reflexively, and then ran to the other end of the corridor without looking back. He turned into his room and closed the door.

Haruhi: "..."

Qingli sighed softly, flexed her fingers and smacked his face: "Satisfied? Look, you scared everyone away."

"It's clear that he disturbed people's interest first, and I can't stand this. Your apprentice's psychological quality is really bad."

"...don't bully people."

After he finished speaking, he fell silent. This sentence seemed familiar. Senpai Ninja also said this to herself, but now it was him who reminded others.

While Qingli was reflecting on himself, Gojo Gojo was keenly aware of his distraction, so he grabbed his waist and led him into the room, and put his feet on the door panel to make it close slowly.

"Don't worry about others, Qingli, you just need to look at me."

Some vague words came from the other side of the door, and the intimacy that belonged to the young man was mixed with unquestionable meaning.

Through the narrow door, the two people in the room could be seen cuddling each other. The white-haired boy pinched the other's chin and turned his face to one side, then leaned over and kissed.

The door was closed tightly, blocking everything in it, and no one could see what happened next.

In the early morning of the next day, Xia Youjie was not surprised to see his little friend in pajamas again in the corridor. He seemed to have just come back from the outside, and exuded a satiated aura, as if he was proud of stealing a cat.

Xia Youjie knew where he was going at a glance, so he teased him: "Whose bed did you rub against last night?"

Gojo Satoru looked smug, and said with a rising voice, "Of course it's my darling's bed, Jie, don't be too envious."

I knew it.

Xia Youjie thought to himself, the two young lovers are not tired of being together every day.

He looked serious: "I don't envy you, just enjoy it by yourself."

Gojo Wujo snorted in disappointment: "Jie, you are so boring, no wonder you don't have a girlfriend yet."

Xia Youjie: "......"

Xia Youjie smiled slightly.

"Wu, do you want to advance the personal battle? I will help you."