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

Haruto Saotome is a well-rested adult.

In the middle of the night when others are full of inspiration, he has fallen asleep soundly, and he will not wrong his biological clock for even a second.

So when someone called in the middle of the night to disrupt his sleep, Qingli had a rare waking up gasp.

"--Who?!"

"Teacher Liuli! It's me! I finished reading the book!"

The cheerful voice on the other side was incompatible with the silent and empty night. Because of being forcibly woken up, Qingli couldn't match the voice with someone she knew for a while.

He raised his head from the soft pillow in a daze, stretched out his hand to grab a handful of long hair scattered in front of his eyes, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were still sleepy.

Qingli was silent for two seconds, trying to suppress the unhappiness surging in her heart.

"Who are you?"

The strange caller complained: "Teacher Liuli, you forgot him so quickly. Don't you remember the scene when we talked happily in the coffee shop during the day?"

Hearing this, Qingli's brain, which was filled with anger and sleepiness, worked slowly, before she remembered who was on the other side of the phone.

He suddenly felt very incredible.

How could this person have the face to say that they had a happy conversation, and in the end it was euphemistic to say that they broke up on bad terms.

"Oh, Mr. Sanjo."

The person on the phone corrected: "It's five."

"Okay, Mr. Gojo. Are you up so late? If you have insomnia, I suggest you see a doctor."

"This is an old problem of mine, and the doctor can't cure it."

Hearing this, Qingli took a few deep breaths back and forth to calm down, and warned herself not to swear.

"So you came to harass me?"

"How can this be called harassment? After reading the teacher's book, of course I want to tell the teacher."

There was also a grievance in that voice that his enthusiasm was let down. Fortunately, this person was not in front of him, otherwise Haruzato might not be able to get angry when he saw Gojo Satoru's face.

And now it's just right.

Qingli rubbed her forehead, and her tone was a bit impatient: "Then Mr. Wutiao, I still have more than [-] books under my name, why don't you tell me after you finish reading them all?"

"Good idea, but I don't like reading."

"It's okay, you can take your time and take your time."

It's better to slow down so much that you can't finish watching it in your lifetime, Qingli thought.

"It's very late now. If Mr. Wujo has nothing else to do, I'll hang up first. If possible, please don't call me in the early morning."

After saying this with the last patience, Qingli hung up the phone before she had anything to say, deleted and blocked the whole line, and finally went back to sleep beautifully.

No matter what five enlightenments and three enlightenments, he is not allowed to call at all.

Perhaps it was retribution for pulling black people, another strange call came the next day, and a familiar voice came from inside after the call was connected.

"Teacher Liuli, I saw the second book!"

Qingli's facial features twisted for a moment, she pulled the phone a little farther away, and put it back to her ear after a while.

"Mr. Kujo, you don't need to report to me every day."

"It's Wutiao, it's too much, Mr. Liuli, even if I can't remember my last name every time, I was blocked after the call yesterday." Wutiao Wu pouted dissatisfiedly, and then became happy again, "But it's okay, In case your slippery hand pulls me into the blacklist again, I have prepared fifty phone cards, each of which can call you! Isn't it super touching?"

""

"And you can just call me Enlightenment directly, so that there will be no problem of misremembering the last name. How about it, I am very understanding!"

Qingli said indifferently: "Okay, Mr. Shichijo."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, and then Gojo Satoru's voice pretending to be pitiful rang out.

"You actually did it on purpose, I'm going to cry, obviously I let you

Calling your name, but Teacher Liuli still refuses to tell me your name, I will really cry. "

"Can you not know my name?"

There was a slight sarcasm in Qingli's tone, and he didn't even bother to use honorifics. For this kind of person who harassed him repeatedly, it was the greatest understanding for him not to call the police.

"Are you questioning me? How can I do something that violates people's privacy."

Really have the face to say

Qingli just wanted to shut this man's mouth.

"Saotome Haruno, that's my name."

Gojo Satoru resolutely changed his words: "Okay, Haruno."

"Mr. Wujo, we are not that familiar yet, please call me by my last name properly."

"Why, are we friends?"

Compared to his surprise, Qingli felt more incomprehensible: "Where do you think we are friends? Besides, we only met once, and even the phone call was only the second time."

However, the answer on the other side was more straightforward than I imagined: "I even took the initiative to call you, so this is not considered a friend?"

Haruhi:? ?

Are you a little too casual with your friends?

How can there be such a unilateral identification as a friend, what exactly does this person want to do, and he will pester himself for no reason, is he really a book fan?

He didn't believe it.

"—Are you right?"